I Want To Die So I’m Going Home

20+ she/her~black anime enthusiast

[jingareyuan]

The Library

Travel - Genshin

Comics - MHA

Fantasy - JJK

Astronomy - HSR

Mystery - BSD

Supernatural - AOT

Sports: Volleyball - HQ

Sports: Soccer - BLLK

Gangsters - TR

Adventure - OP

Featured - Misc.

[daisydovley]

Save the Last Dance - Vinsmoke Sanji

Fluff ♡ Suggestive

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: Sanji sweeps you into a passionate dance that says more than his words ever could. CW: Suggestive (not explicit), jealousy, Mutual Yearning & Desire, the audience is captivated by your spectacle Word Count: 2.4k

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [You are here!] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

➽──────────────❥

The lights are glimmering and the music is lively as people dance and laugh under the first blinks of starlight. You step off the path and feel the exciting spark of the night flicker up your spine. Immediately, you’re swept up in it, twirling through the closely pressed crowd, hips swaying and hands up as if you touch the sound itself. It’s so nearly perfect, the playful energy and the sound of joy soars your spirit. There’s only one thing missing.

Your eyes scan the crowd, but Sanji still isn’t here. You had stood outside his door, knuckles pressed to the glass, prepared to knock. You wanted to ask him to walk with you, but more than hesitation had seized your hand. Despite how you wanted his company, you sighed and turned away- walking all alone into the night. It was the right thing to do, surely. Sanji had so abruptly departed, withdrawing into his room after the long walk he’d carried you here. You were probably the last person he wanted to see at the moment. You knew if you were to call him out, he’d come, even if he didn’t really want to, but that thought didn’t sit right with you.

A hand closes around yours and you’re spun out of your thoughts. You can feel by the shape alone, it’s not who you want it to be. But, still, you smile, coming face to face with a handsome gentleman who gives you a warm grin. When you don’t pull away, he pulls you in- fingers tangling in yours and palm settling on your hip. You let him sway you out of your own mind, dancing you back into the present moment.

You relax a bit with every movement of your body. Your dancing partner is nice- funny, even- already drawing a genuine laugh from you. His lithe tanned body smells of spice and rum and his warm hands don’t wander. Not warm enough- you tilt your head back and shake that wayward thought loose.

“How long will you be here?” he asks and you laugh as he twirls you out, hands tethering your reaching arms.

“Just tonight,” you tell him and his eyebrows raise, a little pout on his lips as if he’s genuinely disappointed to hear that.

He swiftly reels you in, his chest pressed to your back, arm wrapping around you where your fingers are still tangled together. His hand settles back on your hip and he leans in, breath against your ear, “Well,” you feel the rumble of his chest on your bare back, “we’ll just have to make it one to remember.”

Your heart flips at his words of promise, body warming in his arms. He sways you there and you tilt your head back on his shoulder, turning your eyes up to the sky. A pretty blue you could dive into, shimmering stars through which to swim. Your hand reaches up as if you might brush your fingers over the celestial divine. Your partner’s hand wraps around your arm and slides up, softly ghosting over the delicate skin of your inner arm- brushing over your wrist where your pulse thrums just a beat slower than the drums. His fingers press into your palm, thumb brushing the back of your hand. “So pretty,” he says softly- and pulls your arm down, away from the heavens.

There’s a little pang in your chest, even as he tucks you closer, both hands holding each other. His hold starts to feel just a little too tight, arms more constricting than comforting. You want to step away, at least a bit- put some dancing distance between you and sway back into the way you felt mere moments ago. “Do you want-“

You don’t hear the rest of his question when heat blooms over your skin. Your head whips to the side, in search of its source. There, through the flowing crowd, blue eyes fix you with a fiery intensity that you’ve never been on this side of. Your breath hitches, heart rising to the drums. Sanji moors you with a look you’ve haven’t met before, leaned elbows back on the open bar, and dressed sharper than a match ready to light.

His body is angled towards you, even at this distance- a compass that only points to one thing. The familiar warmth of him comes in at the eyes, sizzling savory down through your body. Torches cast dancing flames and shadows over his form, golden and draped with sensual moonlight- a deeper blue pooling at his edges. “My Prince…” it comes quiet with stolen breath.

“What was that, baby?” Your dancing partner asks, dropping his face lower towards the crook of your neck.

You need to go to him. You need to go. You need- “My-”

Your words die with a gleeful squeal of laughter. One of the girls from the bar leans up against him with a bright smile, hand settling over his chest, fingers playing with the golden chain that dips into the low cut of his shirt. Sanji turns his head to face her and the fire dies, leaving nothing but ice in its absence.

Your breath shudders and you look away, turning your face back to your partner- who’s so close to you now. “I…” your voice stutters a moment and he grins, thinking he’s flustered you. “I said, let’s dance.”

He smiles, “as you wish,” and spins you out of his grasp before pulling you back in to face him, hands settling into position to sway together. You let yourself be soothed the rhythm of movement, warmth slowly returning to your body.

You will not look. You will not. You just keep dancing, eyes closing every time you’re spun to face that direction of the bar. It’s not any of your business- not a bit.

But that look- all fierce and fire. Perhaps he’s still angry, but surely Sanji would never be that furious with you. The intensity of his gaze had licked you with the tongue of his flame in a way you have never known- from all the way across the bar. And all you wanted… was to feel it again.

You drop your head to the crook of your partner’s neck, breathing his spice and rum- gulping it down and willing it to fill every aching crack in your chest. Whatever this fixation is you’ve been having on Sanji has got to stop before it breaks something that can’t be repaired. You’re convinced it’s just the desperation talking, the need of your body drawn to the one man who’s constantly praising it. You just need to shift its focus to a different one- give it a more appropriate alternative. Once that need is satisfied, surely it’ll curl up and sleep and stop trying to force you to make bad decisions.

Your hand slides from his shoulder, down his chest. Not as broad. They roam lower, between your bodies to the plane of his stomach. Not as strong. He lets out a low, satisfied hum at your blatant exploration, “you like that?” Not as charming. He brings his lips down to your ear, hand at your waist sliding lower, “my turn next,” he purrs. Not as warm.

You take in a breath, leaning back, “not yet.”

His hand twitches at your side, not wanting to hold back, but he does- looking down with a smile and a wink, “we have all night, baby.” You’re settled by his words- he really does seem nice. Nice enough for the last dance of the night, at least. With a little more dancing and another drink or two, you think he could stir your thirst as well as sate your need. He spins you again-

And you’re swept up into the hold of more fervent passion. The fire ignites beneath your skin and your heart kicks into a more powerful rhythm as the music dips into a salacious melody.

Sanji leans into you until your back arches in his hands, the burning blue of his eyes driving the intensity of his gaze into you with a force that threatens to buckle your knees. But then, he moves, powerful steps stalking between your legs and you step back in time- a thrill slithering up your spine at the rush of his chase. Sanji circles you with predatory focus and there’s nothing but the anticipation of his strike that builds for a heartbeat, his body coiled for the moment that comes at the heady drop of music.

His hands find your waist and you’re gliding across the floor, utterly weightless. Sanji slots his leg between your own and slides you apart, slit of your dress parting over your thigh as he drops you into an agonizingly slow circle around his body. When he rises you up again, you step back from him with a sensual sway that entices his forward approach. But, you turn from his grasp- teasing his fire as you drag your hand around his chest and press your back into his. You tip into him, bowing as a hand ascends to thread his soft hair- the other sloping down the curves of your body.

Your eyes flutter as your fingers dip dangerously low- and Sanji reaches around, spinning you out in front of him, letting your arm drag through his grip before locking your fingers together between reaching arms. He slowly reels you back into him, further and further into his hold, until he’s pulled your arm back past his head, tilting you into his waiting grasp- fingers capturing your chin. His thumb ghosts your mouth and he dips, lips pulling back from his teeth as he bites down the desire to kiss you. Your mouth parts, pressing forward in his hold and you taste his breath through quivering lips. Sanji grins, teeth lightly snapping a hair’s breadth away.

He turns you in his grasp, and you feel the heat of his body as he stands just behind you. You don’t miss a beat, arms going up and body ribboning as the music stutters into something more desperate. Your head tips back and your eyes close as you dance yourself on the sound. Sanji stares you down hungrily, his hands slinking over the curves of your rolling body, tracing the edges of your figure- but never touching. He doesn’t have to- you feel the heat of them trailing with every pass- fingers splayed, hands violently trembling with fraying self control. The desperation swells, the heat mounting up your spine- building, surging, cresting.

You tip back in the climax, letting your body tumble through the air- the rush of free-fall undulating as your heart leaps into the grasp of a man you know will catch it. Before you can feel the hard brace of the ground, warm hands secure your liquid drop. Your eyes flutter open to see Sanji’s, his face framed with flame and night. He holds you there, suspended a step from the ground- just long enough for his control of your body to seep deliciously known.

He hauls you up on the final beat, only allowing one foot to barely grace the ground. His big hand is wrapped around your thigh, hoisted up at his hip. It glides up the slit of your dress, your foreheads pressing together as the music recedes and there’s only the tide of your breathing left to wash over the shore of your bodies-

Broken by raucous applause and whistles. You pull back enough to remember where you are. Eyes blinking, drawing a gasping breath as you break through the surface of the moment that had only been you and him and sound and nothing else in the world. Your eyes flit to Sanji’s and he’s looking at you like he’s still there- still lost in it. Like he will never again see anything else.

“Sanji…” His eyes go to your lips, searching for the shape of his name still on them. His body is hot- so hot that in the haze of the low lit night you can just barely make out thin little wisps of steam that rise from his exposed skin. There’s a molten ring of burning gold in his ocean eyes- and a twitch on his mouth when your tongue darts across your lips. His arm around your waist tightens and not even the points of your toes reach the ground now. Your breath hitches and his fingers sink deeper into the plush curve of your thigh he’s still hoisting over his waist.

Rose blossoms across your cheeks as you become so acutely aware of how he holds you open and vulnerable against him- the eyes of the crowd still on you. There’s a warm rush between your legs and as if he can sense it- Sanji’s eyes snap down where he’s holding you flush against his low body. With a slow push of his hips that you can feel more than you can see, the weight of him moves into your center- and you gasp when something bumps against your most sensitive of places.

His eyes go back to your mouth and he leans into you, deepening the press between your thighs. His tongue slides out sinfully as he brings his his face inches from yours, teeth lightly snapping as if on the verge of sinking into your quivering lips. “S-sanji…?” He sucks a breath, breathing the taste of his name from your lungs, pausing only for a moment at the sound.

“Oi!” A voice calls out, and Sanji stills. “If you’re not going to kiss her, I will!” A chorus of laughter erupts, along with a few more whistles and shouts at Sanji to- “Kiss her!”

Your hands tighten around Sanji and the heat on your face tips into something a little more humiliating as you cast your eyes to the sand. Sanji rears back and something breaks across his face as the spell is shattered. He places you back upon the ground gently, with trembling hands. His eyes are wide, but the liquid flame within them is receding to something more subdued and still.

Sanji takes a few steps back from you and folds himself into a deep bow of complete veneration. A few heartbeats pass before he rises again, keeping his head tucked down as he takes a few backwards steps before turning on his heel and weaving through the crowd- disappearing into the midnight.

➽──────────────❥

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [You are here!] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[daisydovley]

Through the Looking Glass - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: You relieve some of your own tension before getting ready for tonight's party. Unaware of the way Sanji follows suit, watching you from just behind the two way mirror. CW: ANGST, Voyeur, DubCon, Masturbation (Both), Peeping, Two Way Mirror, Mutual Yearning & Desire, Mis/Non Communication, French Word Count: 2.3k

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [You are here!] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

➽──────────────❥

You lean back on your bed, starting up at the ceiling trying to think of the exact moment it had gone wrong. But, it was harder to pinpoint than you’d care to admit. It seems like all day you’d been causing trouble for Sanji. He’d spent his whole day in your orbit after your conversation this morning and you can’t help but think it was because he felt compelled to do so. Then he was having such nice time at the bar and you’d muddied it all up trying to wingman him. Seemingly messing up the way he was wanting to go about things with those other women.

‘Those other women.’ Again, that pang in your chest. You don’t at all like the way the thought courses through you all pitchy and tar. But, you can’t help but wonder if he spent more time with them through the day- if he’ll spend more time with them tonight.

There’s a pout on your lips as you consider it, though you try to push it aside. You can’t keep getting in the way of his good time. Whatever he wants to do, he should be able to do it without worrying you’ll interfere- intentionally or not. You’ve been selfish today- maybe more than today, if you thought about it- but today especially. So focused on one thing that you weren’t even paying attention to how it affected him. You should have known better considering how much Sanji always looked out for you.

And how had you repaid that kindness? By putting him at the center of your twisted little fantasies even as he so sweetly carried you all the way back to your room. You didn’t think you were so outwardly showing it, but you must have been. You shouldn’t have been thinking it at all, you chastise yourself.

How desperate are you? Putting your friend- your nakama- in that position? How wrong- how dirty- to think of Sanji that way. Thinking of showing your body to him, of touching yourself in front of him... Sanji would never drop you, he’d just keep carrying you- maybe trying hard not to look- as you play with yourself in his arms…

Your face turns towards the mirror and you stare at your own reflection, seeing yourself for the first time since this morning. Seeing just how much of your body had been on display- had been up for grabs. So badly wanting to be touched- how many times had you imagined it today? Not even caring who, just wanting someone to come up behind you and dip their hands into your bottoms right there in the pool… Sanji crawling into the hammock with you right there on the bank where you lounged, his hot body the only thing concealing you from those passing by as he uses those skilled hands to massage you in other places.

Your bare legs slide up the mattress, knees coming together above you. Fingers gently caressing over your thighs, sliding lower, lower, lower, and you just can’t help yourself- you start spreading your knees apart. Wider and wider, hands roaming over the inner plush of your thighs.

You keep watching yourself in the mirror, forcing yourself to witness your own sinful indulgence. How terrible Sanji must think you are- how dirty. Spending all day whoring around for attention and it still wasn’t enough. If only he could see you now, acting nothing like the Princess he claims you to be.

Your fingers rub over the thin crotch of your suit and you can already feel how it glides when you press it into your folds, finger ghosting your clit through the fabric. If he saw you touching yourself, if he knew you did it thinking about him… Your body squirms and you press harder to your clit, hips rising as you grind. You should be punished. Nasty girl, should get exactly what you’re so desperate for- body used and fucked right here for anyone to see. “Yes, yes,” you moan, hips rolling, “touch me, please- please.” You give into your own pleas, slipping a finger under your bottoms and sinking to the knuckle in your pussy. You imagine it’s Sanji’s. “I’m sorry, I need it, I need it so bad,”

Your back arches off the bed, as you fuck yourself and Sanji follows suit, cock already hard again in his hand as he times his thrust with the pump of your fingers. “Shh, I’ll give it to you, Princess,” he responds knowing his words won’t reach you through the two way mirror. “Don’t cry, Angel, I’ll fuck you,” his tip is already leaking again, still reddened from the beating he just finished giving it, “I’ll touch you, make you cum so good…” Sanji doesn’t know who you’re talking to- who you’re begging- but he imagines it’s him. How fucking bad he wants it to be him…

Moans tumble from your lips as you get close to your orgasm and Sanji doesn’t think he’s ever been more blessed than he has been today to see it happen twice. “That’s it, Angel, keep going,” he encourages from his knees on the floor in front of the mirror still dripping with his last load. He knows you can’t see him, can’t hear him- but he can see you. He can hear your breathy moans and your wet cunt as it aches to cum. He can see the little tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you desperately chase it. “I could make you so full, ma chérie,” he offers to the glass. “Let me fill you up, don’t cry…” His hand goes over his sensitive cockhead and he sucks in a breath at heightened sensitivity. “Gonna cum for you again, Princess,” his voice quivers and you cry out, jolting off the bed, “yes, yes, yes, cum on my cock- cum on my cock,” Sanji pants, both cum slicked hands gliding over his dick, “gonna cum- ah, fuck-“ he releases again, splatting on the glass.

His new mess mixes with his old one and he reaches out to pool some in his hand before slathering over his filthy cock. Sanji has a feeling it’s not going to take long for his body to heat up again. Getting going has never been a problem for him- it’s the stopping he sometimes struggles with.

Sanji sits back and stretches his legs out in front of him, letting his heavy cock rest against his stomach. Trying to settle his breath before the inevitable pulls him back again. He watches you, coming down from your high, body relaxing into the bed, chest rising and falling as you find your own breath. He admires your beauty with a pang in his chest, longing to go to you and fold you into his arms. Just to hold you, just to have you.

Sanji tilts his head back, “dammit,” he huffs. He had you in his arms earlier, nestled so sweetly into him and his own body betrayed him- subjecting him completely to the mercy of his own lust. Which wasn’t all that merciful to begin with and it was getting worse- getting stronger. It had been for a while.

Ever since you met, you have always been the most magnetic thing in the world to Sanji. But, since his body had begun to change, that had increased drastically. The heat had always been there, and he’d always released it the ways he knew how. But, now the inferno rages so often within him and it’s intensity is so singularly focused on you that he’s afraid just being in his presence will pull you into the blaze.

Sanji wants to charm you. To woo you, to court you- like a real prince. And yet he can’t stop acting like a damn dog. He’s trying to restrain himself, trying to hold back. He’s not even sure you’re interested in him the way he's interested in you. If your discussion this morning was anything to go by, you hadn’t even believed the things he’d been telling you- or at the very least, you’d been doubting them. And now, you’re out here looking for something that he so desperately wants to give you.

But, Sanji can’t be the one to open that door. Because he knows you well enough to know you’d go through it just to make him happy- even if it wasn’t truly where you wanted to be. And he can’t stomach the very idea of that. It has to be your choice, it's the one constraint he’s actually managed to stand by, albeit just barely. Despite the cognitive dissonance of his feelings for you, that at least, he’s been firm on. Though, he’s not sure anyone else would agree if they knew all the things he does do instead. Like what he’s doing now, for instance.

Your lush body rises out of the bed and with one little yank of string, your top tumbles to the floor. His muscles tighten as you shimmy your hips, your bottoms dropping down your legs. You step out of them and walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower. You don’t close the door- why would you? You don’t think anyone is watching you.

But Sanji’s watching, leaning back on his elbows and enjoying the view. It occurs to him that whoever built this contraption is just as perverted as he is. There’s no corner of your room that he can’t see from his side and your shower door is glass. As long as the bathroom door stays open, he gets to see everything.

Sanji stretches out onto the floor, propping his head on his fist. The lust is there, the heat is simmering, but there’s peace too, in just watching you. His eyes track your every movement, the way the water drips like diamonds over your skin, the way you let it rain over you, lifting your hair so it falls down your back.

The water feels good, though it stings just a tad over your sun kissed skin. You scrub every inch of yourself, heart thumping as you think it may be the last wash you have before you tangle with a partner, so you want to be completely clean. The soap smells sweet and tropical as you lather it over your body. It leaves your skin feeling smooth, the steam relaxing you into the scent.

Sanji’s heart near bursts when your voice rings out in song. Like an angel, the pretty sound lilts and travels into his very soul. “Oh, mon amour,” he sighs, dropping to the floor and laying his head in his folded arms, completely overcome with adoration of you. There’s a warmth in his chest that’s distinct from the heat simmering in his spine.

You dry off and don’t bother bringing the towel with you as exit the bath, grabbing a few of the bags from your early morning shopping trip and tipping their contents onto the bed. You place your hands on your hips and bite your lip as you consider what to wear. You’d gotten quite a few pretty things, but not everything was quite fitting for a tropical late night party.

You’d also gotten a few sets of lingerie, but after thinking about it for a minute, you set those aside. The party would be poolside and you wanted to be able to jump back in if you felt so called. To that point, you’d need something that could easily slip on and off. There’s a little smile as you bite your lip, considering what else you may be slipping your clothes on and off for tonight.

Sanji near growls at your cute little shake and giggle. Bottom lip tucked in your teeth, finger tapping your chin as you decide what to wear. He twitches at the swing of your breasts as you dip down and grab your discarded bathing suit. You put it back on, and Sanji starts to hate the thing- as much as he loves it- for hiding those sweet precious parts of you from his eyes.

Then you grab a dress from the pile and Sanji perks up, leaning forward with eager eyes. He’s near crawling towards the mirror with anticipation and he’s rewarded when you turn around, his heart flipping at how gorgeous you are.

You approach the mirror to get a better look and smile- clearly happy with what you see. Sanji can’t imagine how you wouldn’t be. The fabric wraps around your chest, accentuating the curve of your breasts and keeping most of your back- and some of your midriff- exposed. It flows like water over your hips, cascading to the ground with a slit to the side that goes all the way up your thigh.

“Tu es belle,” he breathes in utter awe of you. He suddenly feels so inadequate there naked on the floor at your feet- unworthy to even look at you. He rises to his knees, kneeling unseen before you, ready to offer you something, anything- everything. But he doesn’t know what he could possibly give you that would be deserving enough. Certainly, not himself. He’ll greedily take anything you give him and offer up any part of him you want, but he knows he’ll never truly be deserving of either give or take.

You smile, trailing your hands over your form and swishing your hips, watching how the dress flows around you. It ripples like water, like the ocean itself, and Sanji’s heart squeezes as he notes the color a perfect match for your drink- the one he only makes for you.

The color itself seems made for you, all blue and beautiful- his gem of the sea.

➽──────────────❥

Translations: "Tu es belle," = You are beautiful.

➽──────────────❥

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [You are here!] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[daisydovley]

Walk of Shame - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: Sanji carries you through the jungle trail back to your conjoined rooms. But, it's a long walk and both your minds are racing at just how close your bodies are pressed together. One of you might not make back before the situation gets even stickier. Our favorite character, The Mirror, makes another special appearance. CW: Mutual Yearning & Desire, Mis/Non Communication, Slight Intoxication (Reader), Premature Ejaculation, Masturbation (Male), Voyeur, Dubcon, Two Way Mirror (Sanji can see you but you're oblivious), Dirty Talk, Sanji gets a bit heated but cut him some slack, French Word Count: 2.8k

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [You are here!] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

➽──────────────❥

You float down an avenue of the lazy river, settled back in your raft, looking up at the sky just beginning to change color. You’d need to go in soon and get ready for the transition to night. You can already see some of the lights strung through the trees, lining the pools and the cabanas, flickering on. From what you’ve been told, the parties can go pretty late into the night. They’re not as crazy as they during the “on season”- apparently- but from the way it was described to you, it’s still a decently electric affair.

You seem alone on this circuit of the river, the crowds filing out to either get ready for the party or to avoid it. The water is cooler now but not unpleasant here in the shade as the sun goes down. Your fingers drag through it as the current rounds you out towards the open pool. Voices bubble up as you get closer, but no where near the clamor it was earlier. You wonder if Sanji is still there. Of if he’s gone off with one- or all- of those girls from earlier.

Something sharp pangs through your chest as you consider it, hand rising to soothe it. But it’s not quieted and you’re not entirely sure why. It’s a squeeze to your heart when you think of him. Or, more specifically, him with those other girls. Which doesn’t make sense considering you had encouraged them in the first place and you didn’t feel this sting back at the bar. Maybe it’s unrelated. Maybe it’s something else entirely.

All you know is there’s pain.

And then there’s not- when you see Sanji standing on the bank of the pool. You nearly tip out of your seat, wanting to go to him. A strange sense of relief floods you knowing he’s been there, waiting for you. And a touch of guilt because you think that’s a little unfair after he’s spent all day looking after you.

Sanji’s stepping towards you as if he’s also too impatient to wait for the current to bring you to him. He crouches at the bank, reaching out his hand- and you grab it before you can float by. Your fingers clasp as he holds you there, keeping you from being swept away.

“Ready to come out, Princess?” You nod and he leans down, strong muscles keeping him from tipping into the water, as he puts your hand around his neck and slides the other under your legs- hauling you out of the water, your little raft floating away.

There’s a delightful little squeal as he picks you up and you tighten your arms around his neck, laying your head in his shoulder. He starts walking towards the resort, taking one of the winding jungle lined paths. “Sanji, I can walk,” you insist.

“Oh, but you looked so peaceful floating in your little raft, Angel,” he smiles, “I can’t stand to put you back on the ground just yet.”

You chuckle a little as his theatrics, but you don’t mind it. You settle into his hold, fingers mindlessly playing with the buttons of his open shirt. His chest is warm and you get warmer realizing you’re pressed skin to skin. Your knuckles brush up against his chest as you mindlessly roll a button, fidgeting with his clothes. There’s a momentary stutter to it as his breath trips and you take a deep sigh of your own, breath ghosting across his neck.

He smells so good. Cocktails and coconuts and just a hint of smoke. The drinks of the day haven’t all quite left you yet and your mind is slow to realize that you’ve pressed your face closer to the curve of his neck, open mouth breathing him in- and that maybe you should not be doing that. You pull back a bit, embarrassed, but Sanji’s tilted his head slightly as if opening himself up for you- inviting you in.

Your palm presses over his chest, feeling the sturdy drum of his heart. You let its rhythm march you forward towards sobriety. But with every beat of clarity you become so acutely aware of how he carries you- like the Princess he insists you are- tucked tight against his body. But you’re still barely dressed, the curve of your breast is pressed into his chest, slightly bouncing with every step he takes.

Sanji’s hands are nothing but courtly, holding tight and not dipping into your more lascivious curves despite how close they are. Close enough that you can feel the heat spreading from his touch up into more receptive places. The hand that winds around the top of your body, splayed just below your breasts- the lower curve just nearly bouncing against the top of his knuckles as he walks. The motion of it is stimulating and if Sanji were to look down at you, he’d see just how much- pert little nipples peaking up to entice his touch.

A flash of fantasy crosses your mind before you can even think better of it. You’re barely covered, just scraps of fabric that can’t be called decent. How easy it would be for it to simply slip off you. You could do it, you think. When Sanji steps, you could shift your body just so and your little nipple would pop right out. What would he do then, you wonder. Would he look? Would he like it? Would it make him hard?

Would he touch it?

You suck in a breath, letting the cool night air breeze those notions away, but the scent of him just settles deeper in your lungs. Sanji looks down at you as if he can see right into your dirty thoughts. You look away from him, face heating up as you try to push the images from your mind. What the hell are you even thinking? It’s not like you at all, and it’s certainly not fair to him.

But you’ve been working yourself up all day and the alcohol is still sitting warm and low so, you suppose, it’s no wonder your body is so responsive to touch even if it is innocuous- even if it is Sanji’s. Even if his big hand at your thigh is seeping heat all the way into your barely concealed cunt. Your thighs press together, just slightly. Too slight- you think- for him to notice, wondering if you’d find yourself wet if you slid your hand down to check.

What would he do then? You, again, wonder. Imagining trailing your hand over your curves, slipping it in between your legs to finger yourself in his arms as he carries you-

Your hand fists into his shirt and a little frustrated growl sounds from your throat as you drop your forehead back to his shoulder. “Princess~?” he draws out your name, “something bothering you?” he asks in a tone that just barely suggests he knows exactly what’s bothering you- but that’s hardly fair to assume. It’s your own viscid thoughts that tinge everything a thicker shade.

“I think,” you swallow and Sanji’s eyes track the little bob of your throat, “I think I should walk.”

He smiles down at you, his eyes bright in the fast fading light, “don’t you like it when I carry you?”

“I do like it.” His smile widens at how quickly you respond. The problem is you’re liking it a little too much right now, but you can’t tell him that.

Sanji hoists you higher and you yelp, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder, the other tangling into his hair for balance. Not that you needed to- not that Sanji would ever, ever, drop you. “Then let me keep carrying you.”

All protests die in your throat as you ease your grip, but your hand doesn't leave his soft hair. He’s holding you high enough now that you can easily see over his head, watching the path behind you wind away, little strings of light glowing warmly down on the steps Sanji leaves in the sandy path. You rest your chin atop his head, gently rolling strands of his golden hair between your fingers. Above him now, like breaking through the clouds, you start to find a little more clarity.

The same can’t be said for Sanji, however. In this new position, your breasts are mere inches from his face. It would be nothing for him to turn his head and bury himself between them. At least in this angle, you can’t see the way he so brazenly leers at you. His mouth waters as his eye lock on those pointed little nipples, how badly he just wants to tip forward and pull one between his teeth, sucking through your suit.

Sanji had clocked the moment they pearled up- the shift in you as your body began to blush and warm in his hold. He noticed when you pressed your thighs together- how could he not? Your eyes had glassed over with what he could imagine was some sensual fantasy and he would have paid any price right then to know what it was.

In truth, as much as Sanji loves carrying you- he fucking loves it like crazy- he also doesn’t want to put you down lest you see the way his cock strains in his swim shorts. His erection bobs with every step, cockhead rubbing against the seam, and he thinks its a very real possibility that he’ll cum before he makes it back to your conjoined rooms.

Sanji’s trying to hold it in, he really, truly, is. But his body never fucking listens, the fire inside him always demanding he release the steam one of two ways- fighting or fucking. He feels the pressure building in the base of his cock, his abs tensing for the blow, but he breathes deep, tightening his hold on your body as he tries to hold himself back.

There’s a shudder in your body when you feel Sanji’s hot breath crest across your breasts, his hands tightening his hold on you. You respond equally, with a tighter clutch in his hair and his name concerned on your lips, “Sanji?” He bites his tongue to keep from whimpering at the feel of your grasp and the sound of his name on your tongue. “What’s wrong?”

His voice is thick as gravel, so close you can nearly feel the vibration of it rumble through your nipple- so low it warms something down between your legs. “Je veux te baiser.”

You brows furrow as you try to slowly replay his words in your mind, parsing through their meaning. You know some of his words, the ones he’s taught you, but these you don’t know. Sanji knows you don’t know- it’s the only reason he can say it. The words poured out of him faster than he could stop, and he’s just fortunate they fell in his mother tongue. But, the blatant confession, the filthy admittance from his mouth mere inches from your skin is enough to push him over the edge.

He’s going to cum. He’s going to fucking cum.

He quickens his pace, and he can see the warm brick and the lights strung across your patio. Your rooms are in sight, he just needs to-

“Veux baiser…”

He doesn’t make it. The breath is stolen from him as your sweet voice parrots his words, completely unaware of what they mean or what they’ve done. Sanji feels the first hot spurt of his cum seeping into his shorts and rolling down his shaft- feels the next load about to burst. He knows himself, knows how much is coming- how much he’s cumming- he won’t be able to hide it, won’t-

Sanji jumps, his powerful legs closing the distance in one forward lurch. You squeal in surprise, arms wrapping around his head at the sudden jolt- pressing your breasts into his face in the process and Sanji shoots again.

With absolutely dizzying speed, Sanji has you at your back door, your legs taking a moment to find their balance, hand going to the glass. As your whirl to look at him, he’s already gone, and you catch nothing but the flutter of his shirt as he walks through his own door and shuts it forcibly behind himself.

You stand there in the night, bewildered, trying to figure out what happened. What went wrong. The night feels suddenly still as you realize- it was probably you. You are what went wrong. Your thoughts had likely been more obvious than you realized and Sanji hadn’t been able to endure it any further. It certainly wasn’t the reaction of your fantasy and you felt warm guilt settle low for having even let it enter your mind in the first place. So stupid. So stupid.

So dirty~ your mind sings, subsuming the guilt into the desire it wasn’t ready to cast off just yet. You step into your room and draw the curtain behind you.

Sanji’s barely able to yank the drape closed behind him when he slams the sliding door to his room. He falls to his knees, fingers digging into the floor as he crawls forward, hand pushing his shorts down just in time for another spurt of his cum to shoot out, landing in heavy wet plaps on the floor.

He fists his cock, face down and fucking into his own hand- your words echoing in his head. “Veux baiser, veux basier, veux basier,” he begs with you, “Je veux te baiser.”

Sanji watches through the two way mirror as you step into your room, completely unaware that just inches away from you he’s humping into the floor- milking his own cock. His eyes look up at your body, so fucking greedy to see more of you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses through his clenched teeth. He had cum- he had fucking cum- WITH YOUR BODY IN HIS HANDS. “Ohh, fuuuck,” he groans the sound of him jerking his soaking cock loud and disgusting in his room and he almost wishes you could hear it.

And when he jumped? When you clung to him and his face hand landed right in your breasts, his lips had smashed right atop your hard nipple. Did you know that? Did you feel it? Oh god, he wants to suck you raw.

Sanji’s fingers curl into the floor, keeping him rooted exactly where he is despite every instinct in his body telling him to go to you right now and sate his fire between your legs. There’s little sparks along his spine and he rips his shirt off before they can catch. He has to cum again, has to relieve this pressure or fuck he was going to light.

He reels up on his knees, turning fully to face the mirror- watching you sit so pretty on your bed, leaning back on your elbows and staring up at the ceiling with a little pout, completely lost in thought. Sanji knows you can’t see him, but he imagines you can. Imagines that if you just turned to look his way you’d see right through the mirror at what he’s doing.

Sanji’s hand works furiously at his cock for you while his eyes stay locked on your soft body. “Here it is, baby,” he growls, “this what you want, right? Come here, come fucking take it.” One hand pumps his shaft, the other beating at his swollen cockhead. “I’ll fuck you,” he promises, “I’ll fuck you til you can’t take it anymore.” His words begin to snarl together, losing himself in the desperate appetite of his libido. “Teasing me all goddamn day,” he barks, “I’ll fuck you like the nasty slut you wanna be so bad,” his baser instinct eats away at his chivalry, leaving nothing but vulgarity in its wake. “Wanna act like a whore, Princess, I’ll treat you like one.”

You turn your face to the mirror and Sanji speeds up, bucking his hips up into his choking grip. “Yeah, look here, baby- keep watching.” He demands, despite knowing you can’t actually see him, but his eyes are locked on yours and his body responds as if you can. “My special girl, so good- so good,” he whines. “Gonna make a mess for you, Princess- just for you.” A deep groan vibrates through his chest and his cock pulses in his hand, “tu vas me faire jouir- fuck-fuck-fuck-“ The pressure explodes as he cums, thick heavy ropes pushing through his cockhead, swelling it up before it splatters all over the mirror. His cock thrashes in his hand and Sanji keeps pumping, milking out every last drop. “Ohhh, fuck, Angel,” he pants, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the cool glass.

The heat simmers, slowly receding as he gasps for air, hands squeezing around his cock to force out every bead of cum- no longer squirting, but squeezing out from his leaky tip. Sanji thinks it’ll be enough- for a while, at least.

But then you pull your knees up the bed and lightly trail your fingers over your thighs- sliding lower, lower, lower-

Sanji groans as his cock twitches again.

➽──────────────❥

Translations: “Je veux te baiser.” = I want to fuck you. “Veux baiser…” = I want to fuck... “Tu vas me faire jouir-” = You're going to make me cum-

➽──────────────❥

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [You are here!] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[daisydovley]

Wingwoman - Vinsmoke Sanji

Fluff ♡ Suggestive

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: You try 'wingwomaning' Sanji at the bar to repay him for helping you find your confidence earlier. Completely unware that you're the only woman he truly wants. CW: Suggestive (not explicit), Slight Intoxication (Reader is a little tipsy), Reader completely oblivious to Sanji's feelings - and her own, for that matter. Word Count: 2.6k

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You are here!] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

➽──────────────❥

As the day lazes on, you find your place in it. Confidence renewed with Sanji’s earlier affirmations and your determination to make the most of your precious vacation. You spend time in the louder areas, easily mingling with the crowd- dancing and drinking even with the sun still high in the sky, just beginning to tip into evening. You pace yourself, knowing the real parties start at sundown, but you’ve loosened up considerably. And that had made a world of difference. You’re enjoying yourself, insecurities forgotten.

You rise out of the pool, water cascading down your body. More than one head turns as you emerge and you feel a rush of ego knowing that one of them would be in your bed tonight. Your options had opened up significantly, and more than one man had made their interest known. But you were feeling good- you’d let it simmer until you’ve made your decision after a night of dancing.

There’s a crowd at the cabana as you make your way over and you already know why. Sanji’s behind the bar, mixing drinks with a flourish and putting on a show. The two of you had settled into this corner of the resort- the rest of the crew spread out in other directions. You had half a mind to drag Sanji away from the bar- to remind him that he deserves to use this time to relax.

But he looks genuinely happy there, putting on a show. You suppose he doesn't get to show off for crowds very often and this one was particularly receptive to all his tricks. Especially the ladies who push in closer, leaning over the bar for his attention- which he, of course, gives them with a wink and flourish. He’d never deny a lady anything.

You remember what he told you earlier- that it’s relaxing for him watching pretty girls enjoying the things he gives them. That certainly seems true now as he leans against the bar, pouring fruity pink drinks. You wonder if, perhaps, Sanji’s searching for his own special company.

In which case, you should try encouraging him, the way he encouraged you. Unlike yourself, however, Sanji doesn't lack in confidence so you may have to get more creative. Surely, you’ll think of something.

You head up to the bar, looking for a spot to sit, but it’s completely packed. Sanji does a double take as he spots your approach. You wave to him and he smiles at you, calling you over.

“Oi,” his face turns hard as he snaps at a man sitting at the bar, pointing his finger at him, “you. Move.”

The man rears back, nearly offended, “What-“

“Now,” Sanji orders, placing a beer in front of him and adding a more polite, “please.” As if suddenly remembering his hospitality.

The man looks like he wants to protest again, but whatever he sees in Sanji’s eyes stops him. He grabs the beer and stumbles away, muttering his displeasure. You quickly hop up into his seat, pushing your wet hair back. Sanji leans across the bar on his elbows, plopping his chin in his hands as he looks at you with sweet adoration. “My angel,” he coos, “I’m happy to see you’ve taken flight.”

You smile back at him, a pretty little blush dusting your cheeks. “I see you’ve made yourself at home,” you tease.

“Oh you know me, Princess,” he says, tilting back and grabbing bottles to mix drinks for waiting hands, “I live to serve.” He slides a drink down the bar, not a single drop spilling as it stops precisely in front of its patron.

“What will you serve us next, Sanji~” a flirty voice lilts from beside you where a group of girls are pressed together in their bathing suits and you can’t imagine Sanji being in a happier position.

Sanji claps his hands together, turning to the women but not moving from his spot in front of you, “ladies~! Anything you want!”

“Anything~?” one of them asks, twirling her finger over the rim of her empty glass.

Her friend snickers, leaning on her arms against the bar, pressing her breasts together in her bikini top, “you could give me some sex on the beach,” she purrs.

Sanji snaps his fingers with a wink, “coming right up, Madam.” He turns back to you, “but first…” he reaches out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “What can I get my special girl?”

Your smile widens, tipsy little heart fluttering as it always does when he fixes you with his more flirtatious attention. You open your mouth to respond when-

“Why does she get to be your special girl?”

“Yeah, I thought we were special, Sanji.” The ladies pout, giving him a hard time.

“Of course you are!” He assures, “all ladies are special and you three-“ he points to each of them individually, “are special indeed.”

“Well I ordered my drink first.” That one seems a bit tipsier than the rest and you try not to take her jab personally even as she thrusts a finger in your direction. “So what makes her more important?”

Sanji holds the woman’s gaze as he leans across the bar, bringing his face close to yours. Your breath hitches as he grabs your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it. “She’s mine,” he says simply. His thumb brushes over your wrist, surely feeling the flutter of your pulse as he turns to give you his full attention, “what would you like, Princess?”

Every choice you could have made completely empties out of your head, “Um… surprise me?”

“Every day,” he winks, standing back up and grabbing the bottles to mix something just for you.

“So are you guys like together?” one of them asks, pointing between you.

“Every day of our lives!” Sanji answers with great enthusiasm.

You laugh and roll your eyes, “it’s not like that,” you reassure her, not wanting to give her the wrong impression in case Sanji does have any plans to monopolize their attention later. “We sail together,” you inform her, hoping she doesn’t ask you to elaborate since you don’t think most people here realize you’re pirates.

The other gasps, eyes widening as she looks at Sanji, “you’re a sailor!?” There’s such excitement in her voice, that you're struck with inspiration on exactly how to wingwoman Sanji.

“Oh he’s the best sailor you’ve ever met!” you tell her, “sailed all the way across the Grand Line!”

“You would know,” Sanji smirks, “you were there.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” you press closer to the group of girls and they press back, eager to hear more- even the grumpy one. Your voice drops low, like you’re telling them something extra scandalous. “He’s strong- really strong- I’ve seen him fight off whole bands of pirates by himself.”

“Pirates!?”

You nod, “a-huh, but he won’t admit it- he’s too sweet-hearted to talk about such things in front of women.”

“Pirates are a pretty nefarious lot…”

“They sure are,” Sanji agrees pointedly, setting your drink in front of you. The same pretty blue one he made you earlier. You wink up at him playfully, lips wrapping around your straw and Sanji’s glad there’s a counter between you as he remembers the way you tasted on the last one- and what he was doing when he ruined it.

“Ooh, I want that one!” she points at your drink, as you take a big sip- noting its a touch stronger than before.

“Sorry,” Sanji tells her with a shrug, “that one’s just for her.”

The girl pouts and you think for a man who loves to flirt so much he’s not doing a very good job of it right now. “But!” you steal her attention, “I bet if you ask him really~ nicely, he’ll make something that’s just for you.”

For the tiniest fraction of a second there’s a minute twitch to Sanji’s brow before he plasters on his signature showman’s smile. “Sure, I can do that,” he winks at her, “but you have to be real nice.”

“We can be nice.”

“We’re so so nice.”

“So nice, we share everything,” that one's suggestive tone leaves no room for doubt about what everything means.

You sit back, sipping your drink, feeling satisfied that you’ve helped set Sanji up to turn this in his favor- if he so chooses. But, it bothers you- that little twinge of displeasure you caught in his expression. You wonder if you’ve perhaps overstepped somehow.

You shake your head, taking another drink. Surely not, Sanji is always vocal about his love for the ladies. Sure, you’d never actually seen him entertaining one beyond his usual flirtations and acts of service, but you’re certain he has. He’s too charming to have not had those options presented to him at some point. Maybe he just thinks it isn’t ladylike for you to wingman him.

“Tell us more about your adventures, Sanji!”

“Yeah, tell us more about how strong you are~”

But, that would be silly. Sanji is your best friend and sometimes a woman’s endorsement is more convincing than an artistic flourish behind the bar- regardless of how sexy it is. “Not only is he strong,” you offer, “but he’s the best swimmer on the crew.” You rise from your seat, taking the last swig of your drink. “His stamina?” The glass comes down on the counter for emphasis- “is unbelievable.”

The girls grin at you and you know your job is done. You give Sanji a wink and a sneaky thumbs up before you turn away- completely unaware of the serious way his eyes trail after you.

The sun is a bit brighter as you step out of the cabana’s shade, world slightly tipping. You make the executive decision- while you still can- of no more drinks until you’ve sobered up a bit. You do want to actually enjoy tonight, especially since you have so many plans for it. A warmth settles low, the way it always does with your teetering around sobriety.

Sanji watches you walk off, heading towards the line of swaying hammocks by the curve of the lazy river. “Hey you!” he barks at the original bartender who’s kicked his feet up at a nearby table, hat over his eyes. He tosses the bar rag at him, “break time’s over.”

“Sanji, where are you going!?” “You’re leaving already?” “Come back~”

Sanji doesn’t so much as turn around as he stalks after you, singularly minded as he threads through the crowd. He catches sight of you through the foliage, laid back in the shady hammock. Arms behind your head with one leg draped over the side to maintain the sway. Sanji’s steps falter at the divine fucking vision of your form. Your eyes are closed and there’s a slight flush to your body. Your tongue darts out, still tasting his drink, teeth gently sinking into the pout of your bottom lip.

Sanji doesn’t even know what to say to you. Doesn’t even know how to explain why he ran after you. He thinks maybe he should turn back around when you crack an eye open and look up at him, “oh, Sanji!” Your smile suddenly tips down, “what are you doing? Your fans will miss you,” you tease.

He crouches down so his face is level with yours, hands threading through the edge of the hammock. You pull your leg in, turning on your side to face him- letting Sanji keep the rock for you. Which, he does, his hands gently pushing and pulling you back and forth. “What was that about, ma chérie?” There’s an adorable little crease between your brows he can barely stop himself from smoothing with his thumb. But, you look at him genuinely confused. “With those girls,” he clarifies, a finger gently tracing up your soft inner arm.

“Oh!” You smile at him, proud of yourself and he cocks a brow. “I thought I would help you out.”

“Help me out?”

“Yeah! You know, since you helped me out this morning, I thought… that…” your words die off with your enthusiasm as you note his expression. It’s not disapproval, but it’s not as enthused as you thought it would be. “…that I would help you, too.”

Sanji’s heart squeezes at the way you look at him- like you’re afraid you’ve disappointed him. But then a genuine amusement blooms across his face and your expression softens, “you trying to wingman me, angel?”

“Wingwoman,” you clarify. He laughs, small at first, but it bubbles forth and your sweet giggles ring out to harmonize. “You’re not mad?”

He grins, “I’m not mad.” You can feel the ‘-but’, in his tone, see it try to form on his lips, but he can’t seem to wrestle it loose.

“It’s my first time,” you tell him. “How’d I do?”

He nods, a mock serious expression twisting his features like he’s really thinking about it. His heart flips when you giggle again, “pretty solid execution,” he concludes.

“I’ll get better,” you offer, “we can practice together.”

“Oh?”

You nod, “you can do me next- show me how it's really supposed to be done.” There’s a familiar low twitch at the way you phrase that. Followed by a heat that simmers in his chest at the idea of trying to offer you up to another man.

Sanji knows what you want, what you’ve spent all day looking for. He’s happy you’ve found your way to your confidence since your conversation earlier. But, it has been a very explicit sort of torture watching you flit about and entertain the approach of other men. He hasn’t been able to leave you alone, keeping his distance, but keeping you in sight. You might think it’s just so he can make sure no one takes advantage of the way you’re putting yourself out there, but that’s only part of it.

The other part is a mix of being unable to take his eyes off you, your beautiful body on full display made all the more gorgeous by the confidence in your skin. Another is that he just can’t stand the not knowing. Not knowing if you’ve found someone, if you’re off in some shady corner letting him put his hands on you- the way Sanji wants to.

Luckily- for him- you’ve been reserved in that aspect so far, not letting it yet get to that point. But, Sanji knows its coming. Knows its where you want to go and knows there’s a line of men willing and waiting to take you there. He needs to find a way to reckon with that- and fast.

“Sanji?” you call out to him, prodding him from his silence.

Sanji takes your hand again, bringing your fingers to his lips, thumb brushing your wrist- loving the way your pulse always picks up for him. “I’ll be where you can find me,” he tells you. “If I haven’t seen you in an hour, I’ll come check on you.”

You smile, a pleasant warmth settling in your chest, feeling so secure- so safe- in the way he looks out for you. You’re glad he’s here. You think, perhaps, you’ve only been able to be as adventurous as you have been today because of him. Not just because of his encouragement, but because of his presence. Knowing he’s always nearby makes you feel safe enough to be a little more dangerous. “You’re such a Prince,” you praise.

He touches your chin affectionately, “for you, Princess.” Then stands and heads back towards the cabana, hand sliding into his pocket to touch your straw he swiped from the bar.

He may need to find another changing room first.

➽──────────────❥

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You are here!] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[daisydovley]

Poolside - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

Needy!Sanji / Oblivious!Reader Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: You're nervous in your skimpy little bathing suit, trying to find a bedmate on the resort island. Sanji reassures you that you are desirable, you just don't exactly realize how desirable you are- to him specifically. CW: Some Fluff, Semi Public, Solo Male Masturbation, Sanji is very horny. Can't even make it back to his room, poor thing Word Count: 2k

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You are here!] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

➽──────────────❥

It had taken some convincing from Nami and Robin, but you wore the suit. The itty-bitty strappy one they encouraged you to buy after mentioning offhand how you hoped to find some special company during your overnight stay. But, it is so far outside the realm of what you usually wear that you can’t help but feel a bit shy- especially knowing that just a couple hours ago, you’d pleasured yourself in it. It felt like anyone who looked at you knew it too. It’s an embarrassing thought, but also… a little bit exhilarating, if you’re being honest.

You stretch out in the sun, arms above your head, lounging by an overgrown area of the pool. It’s a massive sprawling thing that spans the entire resort- long lazy rivers winding through tunnels of gemstone jungle. Converging into larger swimming holes, water constantly moving gently from the waterfalls that tip from the surrounding mountains. It’s a beautiful place, serene and peaceful- and big enough you can barely hear the ruckus the boys are making somewhere off in the distance.

While it isn’t crowded, there’s definitely still people around. Enough that you hope to find a potential bedmate among them. You watch from behind your shades the men that pass, their gazes often lingering on you. You smile at them, unable to help the blush that creeps through you when they scan your body. However, none of them had actually stopped to approach you yet. It’s still early, you tell yourself.

Nami had tried convincing you to take more initiative, but you felt you were doing enough of that waltzing around practically naked as is. You weren’t sure you could take pushing it further without completely melting. Though, with every man that passed, looking without speaking, it shriveled your confidence- just a bit. It doesn’t help that you’re alone now, Nami off hustling at the bar and Robin on a tour of the island’s architecture.

“There you are, beautiful,” a familiar voice calls out.

“Sanji,” you smile, always glad to see him and happy for the way he pulls you from your pitiful thoughts. He’s in his own relaxed resort wear, colorful swim shorts and a bright, thin, open shirt.

He kneels down next to your chair even though he could easily sit in one next to you- offering you a sparkling blue drink, little bits of pineapple garnishing the top. “For you, mademoiselle.”

You sit up, taking the drink from him, fingers brushing as he gives you the cold glass. Sanji watches the way you put the straw between your lips, resting it against your tongue before you purse and suck. “Oh!” you exclaim, taking another sip, “it’s really good! Did you make this?”

“Of course,” he smiles bright, shoulders straightening with your praise.

“Sanji,” you teasingly reprimand, “you know you’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“This is relaxing to me,” he responds. “Watching such a pretty girl enjoying something I’ve given her.”

You can’t fight the way your lips tip into a more bashful grin. You’re accustomed to his sweet affirmations, but you are especially primed for it today. Despite the way you’re dressed- and despite the way he lavishes you with praise- you don’t feel so uncomfortable around Sanji. Perhaps because he’s so familiar to you, unlike the other men who walk by.

“You’ve been out here a while,” he notes, grabbing the bottle of lotion under your chair. You’re not sure how he knows that since you’ve barely seen him all morning, but he always seems in tune with these things. “Turn around, princess.”

You do, giving him your back, as you look out over the glistening blue waters. Sanji first gathers your hair where it’d fallen loose, fingers trailing softly against your scalp. His practiced touch gently brushing over the nape of your neck as he collects every wayward strand. A big hand smooths over the crown of your head, the other lifting your locks away from your neck as he reties it. His thumbs massage at the base of your skull for a moment before pulling away. With Sanji, this sort of touch isn’t unusual, but you always find it pleasant.

Sanji’s hands slide together, warming the lotion, before he puts them on your body. You can’t help the contented sigh that escapes you, his big hands completely covering your shoulders. He rubs the lotion into you, fingers working through your tension while he’s there. The warm smell of coconut and sweet pineapple compliment one another as a cool breeze grazes past, shivering over your skin- now more sensitive under Sanji’s ministrations. It feels good, the way his hands always find the spots you need him most. Now, if only you can find someone who could touch you so skillfully in other places. With that thought, your doubt creeps back up again.

“Sanji…” you venture slowly, heart picking up with what you want to ask him.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Do you…” you fidget a bit, but he doesn’t stop his movements. “I mean, you’re a man.”

You can just feel the ghost of his breath against your neck and hear the grin in his voice and as he responds, “I am.”

“Do you think…” you take a deep breath and force the second half of your question, “do you think I’m attractive?”

“Is that even a real question?” he scoffs, “didn’t I tell you earlier what a goddess you look like?” He had. In quite a dramatic fashion when you’d come out to the pool- clutching his heart and nearly dropping to his knees. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen…” he muses, watching his hands drag over your glistening skin.

You take another sip, his response settles your nerves a bit, but it’s not quite an answer to what you really want to know. “But I mean…” you try to find the right way to phrase yourself, “Like, for real, you know?” Sanji’s hands stop. “If you didn’t know me and you saw me here would you actually be interested in me? As in…” your words falter, the heat rising to your cheeks, “that way.” You hope he knows what way you mean.

Sanji doesn’t know how you could dare ask him that question when his cock has been twitching in his shorts ever since he put his hands on your body. More than that, he doesn’t understand how you could ever doubt how desirable you are. With the way your luscious body lounged out in the sun, the only thing Sanji could think about with every step towards you was how he could barely hold himself back from burying his head between your thighs right here beside the pool.

Your heart thumps in the stretch of silence and regret is heavy in your chest, “sorry. Dumb question, forget I-“

“It’s always real,” he says quickly. “I’ve never lied about what I think.” His hands start roaming your back again and you relax a bit under his touch, some of the anxiety dissipating.

“I know,” you smile, “you just embellish-“

“I don’t,” he interjects. “I’ve always been completely honest.” His thumbs glide up either side of your spine slipping beneath the single thin string that keeps your top on- it'd be nothing for him to snap it. “I don’t think any man could look at you,” Sanji’s palms press flat to your sides, fingers curling over your ribs- just beneath your breasts. Your breath hitches as he drags them slowly down towards your hips, “-and not go mad with wanting you.”

It takes every ounce of Sanji’s strength to take his hands off you. But if doesn’t remove them now, he knows exactly where they’ll be going next. “So don’t you ever worry about that, Princess,” he forces a reassuring smile to his voice, trying to keep the strain of his desire from clouding the comfort he wants to provide you.

“Thanks, Sanji,” you say over your shoulder, feeling a bit better about the whole thing. “You’re right, I shouldn’t doubt myself so much.” You smile and his heart skips. “Nami says I need to take more initiative,” you take the final sip of your drink. “So that’s what I’ll do!” The endearing confidence of your voice stirs him and he takes the glass from your hands, still cool to the touch. You lift your shades and give him a cute little wink, “I’ll see you later!” Then you’re up and walking away from him.

There’s a pang in his chest with every step you take further from him, but- fuck- if his cock doesn’t jump at the sway of your hips, the heavenly curve of your ass on sensual display. When you’re out of sight he runs a hand over your chair, still warm with the divots of your body. He thinks about climbing into it and shoving the hands he just had all over you down into his shorts and fucking himself crazy.

But, he doesn’t. Instead, he stands- walking off and placing your straw into his mouth- aching for even a trace of your taste.

➽──────────────❥

Sanji’s in tiny changing room, a tiny tent with fabric walls that flutter in the breeze. And he’s furiously jerking his cock, your straw gnashed between his teeth. He tried to make it back inside the resort- he really did- but he couldn’t. So, he ran off to the closest secluded place he could find.

It’s not all that private. He can hear people outside, their laughter, their conversations drifting past. Sometimes so close he’s not sure how they can’t hear the wet slap of dripping dick. It probably has to do with the quantity of free drinks flowing through this place. No amount of which could intoxicate him as much as you do.

He’s got both hands on his cock, one working his shaft, the other milking his leaky cockhead. Thick strands of his precum have dripped all the way down to the sand under his feet, darkening it in little pools. He’ll have to bury it before he leaves, but he just can’t help himself from making a mess.

Sanji watches how he fucks his own hands, knowing he just had them on you mere fucking minutes ago. In that slutty little suit he wanted to rip off with his teeth. He’d been so worked up all damn day after peeping on you this morning like the nasty fucking pervert he is, his cum squirting mere inches from your cunt over the two way mirror without you even realizing it.

And you had the fucking gall to ask him if he ‘found you attractive’- even as he sat there feeling you up and leaking in shorts. God, you are so innocent, completely unaware of all the ways he perverts you. If only you could see him now- if only you’d walk in to find him with this dirty cock swollen in his hands, tip redder than a damn dog. Drool pools from his lips and slides down your ruined straw where he’s long since sucked off the taste of you, but not daring to drop it because it had been in your mouth. What he wouldn’t give to know what that feels like.

Sanji bucks his hips into his hands and he imagines it. Imagines you catching him, drawing back the curtain to find him jerking off. You’d step in, quickly closing it behind you. There’s barely enough space for one person here, let alone two- his cock would be bumping up against you with every thrust. He’d hump his cockhead right on your soft tummy, letting his mess slick down your body, soaking into the tiny band of your bottoms.

You’d pull the little triangles that only covered your nipples to the side so he could see them, so pretty and peaked. You’d pull the crotch of your bottoms aside and spread your wet little lips- just like you did this morning.

Sanji spurts his first rope of cum on your tummy then angles the rest to shoot right between your slit, coating your needy little clit. He’d cum and cum, make such a nasty mess all over you while people walked around right outside, completely unaware of how filthy you are standing here covered in him.

Sanji allows himself only a low, quiet groan as he releases into the sand.

➽──────────────❥

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You are here!] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[daisydovley]

Two Way - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

One Piece Masterlist

Voyeur!Sanji / Oblivious!Reader Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: A two-way mirror in Sanji's resort room gives him a show of what's going on next door. CW: Voyeur, DubCon, Peeping, Masturbation (Fem & Male) Just a little thing that came to me after Sanji's comment in the last episode (¬‿͡¬) Word Count: 1.5k

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [You are here!] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

➽──────────────❥

It’s a pretty rare occurrence that the crew gets such luxurious shore leave. But, after helping out the little island resort, the owner offered you all a free overnight stay. With all the amenities it had to offer. Which was certainly more than you were used to. Since it was apparently the resort’s “off” season, the owner had no qualms about offering it- even to a group of pirates- in thanks for the help.

You and the other girls had been off the boat faster than Luffy could whine he wanted to go to the next island. You’re pretty sure it was the buffet that made him change his tune. You, Robin, and Nami, however went for a much needed girls’ day around the island. Nami winked as she told both of you she was adjusting your allowances- just don’t tell the boys. The three of you had a blast together, but as the day crept on and your hands got fuller, you decided to take a break and meet back up in a few hours.

Everyone gets their own room- or, at least, gets the option for it. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper are going to have a sleep over. You, however, eagerly snatch up the opportunity to have a space all to yourself. The rooms are separated by twos- a door conjoining each coupled room. For guests with larger groups, the owner had explained. The door connecting your room to Sanji’s is locked, but it doesn’t bother you. The room itself isn’t very big- a bed, a few chairs, a jacuzzi tub that you would definitely be using tonight, and a small connecting bathroom.

You toss your bags onto the bed and kick off your shoes, rifling through all the pretty new things you bought. The three of you were going to meet up at the pool later, so you need to decide which new suit you’re going to wear.

You strip off your clothes and grab the first one. A one piece, low cut with bows tying it together down the sides. Once you’ve got it on, you stand in front of the large mirror fixed to the wall across from your bed. You turn this way and that, admiring the way it looks on you- still just as happy with it as you had been in the shop.

Sanji exits the shower in a cloud of steam, one towel around his waist, the other he’s using to dry his hair. Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks. His smile brightened as he saw you, “Oh, what are you doing here~?” he asks, but you don’t respond. He steps towards you- you’re striking poses in a swimsuit he’s never seen you in before. He was about to compliment how beautiful it made you look when it occurs to him what he’s looking at.

He steps up in front of you and waves his hand, but you don’t acknowledge him at all. He reaches out, hand meeting cool glass. “Oh, shit.” It was a mirror- a two way mirror. He fists his hand to knock on the glass- to alert you to his presence… when you starting stripping the suit off. “Ohh shit,” he breathes, hand hanging in the air.

He should knock. He should definitely knock. No, wait- he should leave. If he knocks now you’ll know he already saw you. He should definitely-

You shimmy out of the suit, your breasts gently bouncing being released form their confinement. Sanji thinks his his heart will burst from his chest the way its pounding. You turn from the mirror, kicking the suit off the rest of the way and Sanji’s eyes are glued to the curve of your ass while you pick out what to try next.

A two piece with ruffly trim. Sanji’s body grows hot as you step towards the mirror- certain you’re going to catch him peeping on you. But you have no idea- you can’t see him at all. You place your hands on your hips and twist your body. One hand gathers up your hair and you flutter your lashes with a little pout that makes his heart flip.

Before you drop it back down with a frown and a shake of your head. It seems you don’t like this one as much. Though, Sanji has no idea why because you look like a divine angel.

You turn away and go back to the pile, stripping once more and tossing it to the side. Sanji’s cock twitches when you bend over low to reach for something on the bed. Straightening, he sees a new suit in your hands that’s nothing but string and a scrap of fabric. His body stirs in anticipation for you to put it on.

The bottoms are scant and show the delicious peak of your ass, but when you turn around- Sanji nearly hits the floor. Little blue triangles are bound tight over your nipples, but leave the gorgeous curves of your breasts mostly free. His eyes dip lower to a width of fabric that wouldn’t even cover the expanse of his palm. He’d never seen you in anything like this before, but it was more delicious than he could have imagined.

His cock twitches against his towel as you step up to the mirror, coming so close that he can see the shape of your nipples through the bikini. It took every ounce of strength not to drop to his knees to get a better view of your cunt. He wonders if he looks hard enough, if he can see the outline of your slit behind them.

Your eyes roam over your own body with a bashful smile. Then your hands follow, fingers trailing over your chest, gently grazing your own nipples. Sanji watches as they peak beneath your fingers and you start caressing them. His hand goes to his stomach, rubbing his own body. Your thighs press together and a small sigh escapes your lips.

“Maybe…” Sanji stills- air escaping his lungs as he hears your pretty voice. He wonders for a moment if you can hear him too, but then remembers he had already tried to call out to you. So clearly not. “Maybe, I could find someone on the island,” you muse to yourself. And as your hands slide lower down your body, so do his. “Just for tonight…” Your fingers slide over your barely concealed cunt and Sanji rubs his hard on through the towel.

If only he could go to you right now. If only he could be the one to give you what you were craving tonight- or hell- every night. He’d drop to his knees in front of you and press his tongue between your legs, lick you through that skimpy little suit. He’d let you use him all night long, however you wanted. He’d make use of every inch of that room and of your body- for hours until you physically couldn’t take it anymore. He’d make you cum more than you ever had in your entire life- he was sure of it. If you just gave him one chance, he’d prove it to you. He wouldn’t disappoint you. He’d be so good-

You moan, hand reaching up to lean against the mirror. Fingers pulling the crotch of your suit to the side and rubbing through your slit. Sanji places his palm against yours through the mirror and takes off his towel.

Precum drips from his cockhead as he strokes himself in time with your movements. When you buck your hips forward, so does he. When you start sliding a finger inside yourself, he rings his fingers and slips his cock through- imagining it was him going inside of you in that moment. You spread your legs a bit wider, trying to push your fingers deeper inside. The furrow of your brow told him you weren’t reaching as deep as you wanted.

But, he could do it. His long expert fingers could slide in to the knuckle and he’d find that sweet spongy spot inside and stroke it until you squirted in his hands. He wonders if you ever have before and his cock twitches with the fantasy of being the one to show you how.

You pull out of your cunt and rub your soaking fingers over your clit. Fast, hard, you work it back and forth- only focusing on reaching that high. Sanji strokes his cockhead fast and hard alongside you, hand slippery with his own precum. He watches your body convulse as the orgasm tears through you and he knows he’ll never forget that look on your face for as long as he lives.

With one last jerk of his cock, he joins you- cum shooting onto the mirror and he just can’t believe there’s only a few inches of space that separates you from being soaked with him.

You press your forehead to the mirror, trying to regain your breath. Sanji leans forward and touches his own forehead to yours through the glass. “Tu es belle,” he breathes and you pull black, blinking. His heart stutters at the confusion on your face as your eyes roam your reflection. Had you heard him?

You shake your head and let out a deep breath, dragging your clean hand down your face. "Just making up what I wanna hear," you mumble. His heart tumbles. Did you want to hear him? Do you imagine his voice?

You go back to the bed and throw yourself onto it, laying amongst the piles of things he was looking forward to seeing you in.

He hopes you’ll model some more for him tonight.

➽──────────────❥

Translation: “Tu es belle,” = You are beautiful.

➽──────────────❥

The Resort Series [Click Here For All Parts] Part One: Two Way [You are here!] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑 .

# with black-leg sanji.

milk started to leak from your nipples — and sanji was never one to waste food.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day one. smut (mdni). breast worship. lactation. praise kink. pathetic sanji. handjob. no y/n used. afab!reader.

WC: 2k.

sanji had witnessed a fair share of devil-fruits in action throughout their sailing. from those who were foolish in its essence, such as that of the candle wax; to those who were horrid and lethal — sanji could well-reminisce the brightness and the sharp ache that followed-in-suit to enel’s lightning strikes. he figured not another thing could surprise him; until his crew faced a short-lived and stupid battle against the pirates from a self-proclaimed stork-stork captain.

the opponents caused no harm. their captain, all but managing to brush your shoulder before being swiftly knocked out. relieved with your untouched health — as it was shown through your exterior —, the straw-hats’ lives returned to common routine in the aftermath, not a thing amiss. that was, of course, until you started to throw up.

countless examinations and book researches pointed out the source of your illness. the devil-fruit from the stork-captain was known for the ability to impregnate others. however, the user needed to touch two people, and that hadn’t been the case — which had sanji praying and thanking gods he hardly believed in. the mere thought of you, bearing the marimo’s child, was enough to leave him seething. comical reaction aside, chopper theorized that, as you had no bundle of cells within your uterus, you’d but suffer from some pregnancy-related effects for a while — perhaps a time equal to the duration of your period. their doctor advised you to refrain from touching others with the previous common frequency, as to avoid the triggering of said devil-fruit.

that had happened four days ago, and sanji was in the deepest pit of despair. you were far from sight throughout the day, gracing them with your presence only during meal times — and even then, your chair was placed the furthest away from the rest, as to avoid accidental brushing. sanji was half-aware of the anatomical consequences of pregnancy: nausea, cramps, swelling; and being unable to support you through it all was driving him insane.

the soothing herbal tea he brewed was intercepted. he had chopper trailing behind him for hours on end. whenever you aimed to spend time outside the walls of your room, the damned marimo stood by the crow’s nest door as though a guarding dog, unallowing him to proceed. even then, with the sunny docked and most of the crew elsewhere, sanji held no expectations of sharing an alone moment with you whatsoever, as robin had been the one assigned to stay behind in order to guarantee that the pair of you would be kept separated. sanji could neither argue nor defy a woman’s request, and robin could not be swayed with monetary bribery on your part.

he sighed. the weather was not suitable for lukewarm beverages, so he could, at least, distract himself from you with thoughts on how to turn thyme tea into a pleasant summer drink. a knock on the kitchen’s door — followed-in-suit by light steps — tore him from his thoughts, however. sanji’s nostrils were filled with the characteristic scent of your perfume, and he turned to your direction so fast he was positive a bone in his back cracked.

“my love!” sanji shouted, gripping the counter to resist the urge to jump you.

“hi,” you greeted softly, sitting on the side opposite from him.

his throat dried up. he had missed the sound of your voice and sight of your face. having you close yet again after four, painful and infinite days, had him squirming as though an addict being offered his most favored drug.

“how did you manage to convince sweet robin?” he inquired, whose worried you waved away.

“i have my ways,” you smiled. sanji fell to his knees, immediately bolstering himself up with flushed cheeks, for he could not waste a second of that moment. “missed me that much?”

“oh, mon amour, you have no idea,” he started out, placing one hand above his chest in order to profess his affection. “the sun doesn’t shine as bright without you. the food loses its taste. the vastness of the ocean brings not freedom but rather a cruel, monstrous prison—”

“shit,” you interrupted through a curse, the lovesick glance once held switching to one of annoyance. sanji’s attention remolded itself, his instincts all but shouting at him to pay closer attention to your needs, rather than to complain about his non-comparable misery.

“are you hurting, my pearl? do you need me to prepare something? perhaps some tea,” he fretted, searching for soothing herbs. “are there any cravings? i can cook it for you, no matter how offsetting.”

“it’s none of the sort, don’t worry,” you sighed. “i just need to see chopper later on. it keeps leaking.”

sanji’s eyes trailed to the wet patch on your shirt; two dots staining the fabric and offering him the clear outline of your nipples. his knees buckled yet again, although he had learned enough from the previous embarrassment to contain himself. pregnancy had a countless set of effects; he could not believe he had forgotten of lactation — a process which happened to have a direct influence on the size of your breasts. sanji caught himself drooling upon the sight of it; your hands supporting the weight you were unused to.

“does it hurt?” he inquired, licking his lips.

“it is far from light on the back,” you answered, squeezing it with a sour expression. sanji grew embarrassed at the speed of his erection — his cock aching amidst the coffins of his clothes. yet another renewed influx of milk had begun, leaving a trail in its wake; tearing through the thin fabric, molded into a droplet that fell on your thighs.

“mon ange,” he whined, losing his breath mid-sentence. sanji felt the surge of tears pooling in his eyes, the sheer yearn to hold you one enough to drive him straight into a bridge of delirium. “please, it’s been so long.”

his hands clenched and unclenched. a pathetic gesture; a mute plead to be given the pleasure of groping your breasts. the glance spared was one filled with uncertainty, for you were the rock whose surface swayed with the waves of his lust. it was fair to be cautious — if sanji was a most decent man, he, too, would have waited — yet, he was anything but. the man jumped through the counter’s surface to drop on his knees in front of you, his lips ghosting over the flesh of your legs as he glanced up at you, shedding a single tear.

“please,” he pleaded. “i won’t put it in, i just want—no, i need a taste. i promise i will make you feel good, lumière de ma vie.”

your fingers threaded through blonde locks of hair; infatuation filled-eyes. “you wish to be good to me?”

“yes,” he whined, pressing feather-light kisses to the extension of your legs. “more than anything, ma belle.”

you hummed then, at last conceding to his desire. when your touch left his figure in order to remove the ruined shirt, sanji raised to his feet, placing his hands on your waist.

“wait, wait,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “i want it to be comfortable for you. a mere kitchen chair will not suffice.”

your thumb parted his lips, resting above the lower share. “you’re so caring, love. always treats me so well, what would i do without my knight?”

he whimpered, closing his mouth around the tip of your finger, his tongue swirling with regained desire. sanji’s arms cradled your figure closer, raising you from the previous seat in order to reach a more comfortable room. you retreated your hand, wiping the tears off his cheeks with fleeting brushes of your lips. adoring whispers were a blessing bestowed upon his ears — praises regarding his strength; his beauty; his love. he could feel the warmth of his pre-cum, smearing the tip and the underwear’s fabric.

he sat you with tenderness on the crimson cushes of the leisure room, placing one of its pillows on your lap. when sanji’s fingers met the edges of your shirt, he found them trembling.

“so eager,” you cooed, petting his chin. “will you be my good boy, sanji?”

“yes,” he whined, tender hands working on the removal of your shirt. the wet patch was more prominent, with nothing but the dripping fabric of your bra separating him from the anticipated and sacred vision.

sanji struggled with the clasp, yet you neither reprimanded nor complained. instead, your words were nothing but soothing. “take your time, there’s no rush.”

he slid the straps down your arms, dragging his tongue around the internal dampness etched on your bra’s cups. the taste had him shuddering; whining and rutting his erection against your bare leg as he attempted to swallow it all, sucking on the fabric. your touch was soft on his scalp; toying with the disheveled hair.

“how does it taste?”

“like heaven, ma moitié.”

a lonesome string of saliva connected his lips from the fabric of your bra, yet it was broken once he placed it on the couch. you tapped twice on the pillow above your lap, beckoning him closer. sanji had then positioned his head on it, eyes trailed to your swollen nipples.

“open wide,” you instructed, and he behaved as though a loyal servant; you, his muse and goddess. “that’s it, such a good boy.”

he moaned, witnessing as you pinched on your left nipple, an amount of liquid gushing over. sanji angled his head in order to catch it all; his tongue lolling out. the perfection of your body had offered him a feast and he would rather not waste a single drop. the initial taste drove him mad, and you raised a knee to drive his face closer to where he wished. sanji’s mouth closed around the hardened nipple, as he cupped and teased the other breast, striving to have it leaking as well.

tears rolled down and sanji closed his eyes at the enhanced taste, moaning with sheer desperation as he delved further, his tongue swirling around the bud as his cheeks hollowed in an attempt to coat more of your milk.

“open your eyes for me, my love. i want to see you,” you voiced out, brushing his fringe aside. when he caught a glimpse of your face — worked up and eager; loving and grateful — he rutted his hips against thin air, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “my handsome prince; my diligent heart. you, too, want to be touched, don’t you?”

sanji tried to convey his agreement through a glance, the thought of departing his lips from your breast to produce an answer all too unbearable. you tsked, tugging lightly on his hair.

“a good boy uses his words, and you’re good, aren’t you, san-ji?” you dragged the syllables of his name, teasing him further.

“yes,” he swallowed the milk beforehand, his lips leaving your nipple with a pop. the sudden lack of contact had you whining — it was brief; hidden; but there nevertheless. “please, love, please touch me.”

sanji whimpered as your fingers hovered over the waistband of his pants. “how could i ever deny my baby?”

the fabric of his pants and underwear lowered ever-so-slightly — only enough to free his aching cock — and sanji cried out when he felt the teasing of your thumb on the tip. his mouth latched itself around your nipple yet again, his fingers pinching and teasing the other one as if to coax your essence. the strokes on his cock matched the rhythm of his tongue, swirling and hot, coated white. sanji dragged out his teeth — a butterfly-touch; a temptive bite — and your lips produced the sound of an angel’s choir.

you shuddered, arching your back, face contorting with pleasure as he claimed your sensitive breast. sanji’s eyes were wide, drowning in the magnificent beauty. crimson, warm, red dripped down his nostrils, a trail that merged with the white from your essence. the milk he failed to swallow escaped past his lips, dripping on the pillow; wetting his goatee. the sound of his moan came out muffled, though the vibration had you mewling.

“keep going, baby, you’re doing so well.”

he was your knight; baby; perfect. neither a failure nor a nuisance, but your good boy.

the taste was intrinsic to you, yet unique; the sweetest beverage he was given the honor to drown in. inimitable, stimulating points of his palate that diverged from those teased by your cum. the divine essence born from your pleasure had a saltier base, it would have worked well as a topping for caramelized meals, though sanji hadn’t been able to convince you to use your cum for that purpose. your milk, however; oh, how he yearned to use it. how would it affect the flavor of a smoothie, a cheesecake? which ingredients would suit best to neutralize the overbearing sweetness?

sanji groaned with need, groping your other breast, his cock twitching once the scarce milk tainted his palm, trailing down his wrist; wetting the buttoned sleeves of his shirt. his lascivious tongue followed-in-suit, his nose burrowed into your flesh.

“t’es mon obsession,” he whimpered, sucking on the tender spots around your nipple, ensuing a painting of red and purple; leaving butterfly-kisses and soft bites, tearing up as his mouth failed to swallow you whole. “je t’aime beaucoup.”

your voice failed mid-moan, and you pushed his face back into your swollen niple, eyes rolling once sanji returned to his previous ministrations. your palm squeezed him; his pre-cum a lubrification that enhanced the pleasure from the masturbation. he rutted his hips, craving your touch, and your fingers busied themselves with his face; drawing heart-patterns, wiping the fresh blood off his nose. your thumb brushed against the milk that fell from the side of his lips, red and white creating pink.

when you smeared the tip of your tongue with it, tasting and moaning around your own finger, sanji combusted. he tore his mouth from your nipple, rubbing himself against your hand while moaning louder than he had ever done. a drop of milk fell upon his trembling lips and he opened them as wide as he could, tainting your palm with his cum while your milk did the same to his tongue.

you hummed with approval, pushing his sweat-drenched fringe off his temple. “let it all out, my love. i’m here, that’s it.”

sanji choked on your milk, whimpering whatsoever as a particular squeeze dried him off his essence.

“a good boy cleans up his mess,” you cooed, wiping his tears. “will you be good for me?”

“always, my heart,” he stuttered, his tongue lapping at the damp flesh of his other palm, chasing the sweet taste of your milk.

the breast he hadn’t sucked on leaked less; sanji wondered if he could change that in the future. your thumb gathered the milk on his cheeks and goatee and guided it to his awaiting lips. sanji sucked on it with diligence, drawing pleasure from your approving expression. at last, he sat upright, wiping his cum hastily with his underwear, whining as you sucked on the rest of his load that stained your fingers.

“don’t move,” he instructed, pulling his pants up with a cough. sanji removed the pillow off your lap and properly laid your back on the couch. he wrapped his coat around your shoulders, caressing your chin before pressing his lips against yours. “i’ll pick you a clean shirt and bra. some water, too. just relax, chérie.”

when sanji left, he made sure to hide your previous clothes inside his own closet, sniffing the fabric and chasing the vanishing scent of your milk; committing it to memory. he would not be able to live without that, his palate itching to be graced with the sweet flavor again. he had no idea of the duration of that devil-fruit, but it was of no problem, as all he had to do then, to keep on draining you off your milk, was put a real baby on you.

— 🐈‍⬛ : the nasty month is officially upon us! had to start with my beautiful french blonde, the light of my life. 🫡 let’s have some fun through october!

[loganwritesprobably]

Pretty (V.N.)

Synopsis: You made the mistake of making a slightly disparaging comment about your appearance when your ongoing fling could hear, so he shows you just how beautiful he thinks you are Tags/Warnings: Niji/F!Reader, smut, no y/n used, mirror sex, dom-top!Niji/sub-bottom!reader, praise, piv sex, friends with benefits, slight stomach bulging, orgasm delay, teasing Word Count: 1009 Notes: Niji said SHUT UP AND SAY YOU’RE PRETTY and I endorse this message Written for this request

AO3 | Fanfic Masterlist | Request Rules | Fic Trades Guide

It was so small you didn’t even remember doing it, and judging by how worked up he was, it’d been days ago. Yet, Niji remembered it crystal clear, and now you were facing the consequences for off-handedly commenting negatively on your own appearance. The two of you weren’t dating, not by any standard, he didn’t have the emotional range for that, rather the two of you were fucking regularly. It was an arrangement that both of you could appreciate and enjoy, he got to enjoy one of the only feelings he could have (lust) and you got your needs satisfied by a man who can be taught, and has by now learned very well.

Which meant it was just a little out of character when after the hot and steamy way your encounters usually started, and he pulled you into his lap, he turned to face the mirror with a hand around your throat and spoke.

“Think you can just go around saying things like that about yourself? Implying you’re anything but radient? I can’t allow it.” It was whispered just so in your ear, his voice husky and the tip of his cock already poking at your entrance.

In a swift movement, he pushed into you and let you slowly sink down the rest of his length, until you could see the slight imprint of his cock in your abdomen in the mirror, making you clench around him. His fingers slipped down your body, and you couldn’t help following their path, until they reached your clit and slowly began to circle.

“You saw all that, hm? It’s all mine. You can’t talk shit like that about what belongs to me.” He said, kissing down your neck, nipping and licking as he went. You nodded quickly, unable to speak. He chuckled softly, sounding almost cruel, but the sound was familiar by now and oddly comforting. It usually signified that he was going to have his wicked way with you, which you were never against.

“I’m going to make you cum just like this, so you can see it, so you can see just how sexy we look together.” He murmured against your skin, starting to grind his hips, each movement making his tip press up against your gspot. Your head fell back against his shoulder, the pleasure over taking your body, but with fingers pressed against your scalp Niji pushed your head back up.

“No. You have to look. If you look away, I stop.” He said fimly, stopping his ministrations all at once to drive his point home. You nodded.

It was harder than expected to just keep your head up and focus on the view, partly because it was a little weird, and uncomfortable, almost as much as it was sexy, maybe those things were the very same feeling. It was hard to parse out when you were busy getting your brain slowly drawn out by fingers on your clit and a cock in your pussy. Each time you got lost in the feeling, your head would dip back and Niji would stop. It was a unique kind of torture centred around some sort of fucked up self-love exercise - but you’d get your revenge next time, you were sure. You always did.

As your orgasm drew closer, eyes fixed on the sight of his cock disappearing inside you, then slowly reemerging, the colour of it and your wetness dripping down the shaft and along his balls, you had to focus on not letting your eyes close, or your head drop. It prolonged the experience, not being able to let yourself get lost in the feeling.

“You gonna cum?” Niji teased, a single finger lightly tracing around your stretched hole.

“Please..” you whimpered softly, beyond needy after so much teasing and denial, eager to finally reach the release that you were craving.

“One thing, and I’ll let you really let go. I want you to tell me how pretty you are. Want you to tell me that my girl is gorgeous.” He said, and for a moment it felt so daunting that you weren’t sure the orgasm was worth it. But as you felt that tell tale knot tightening inside you, you knew that you had to do what he said, or you’d be endlessly frustrated for the rest of the night.

“I- hn.. Niji- I’m beautiful, my body is gorgeous, my face is pretty-” you whimpered, and finally his hand totally disappeared from your head, letting you fall lax against him as he sped up his thrusts.

“Keep going.” He urged.

“We- fuck- we look so good together. Love how it looks with you all the way inside me, seeing it from the outside like that. AH! So- so hot watching your fingers play with my clit and my hole, drives me crazy.” You panted between moans, eyes screwed close as quite possibly the most intense orgasm of your life washed through your body, and you borderline screamed from the pleasure of it.

Niji pulled out a moment later and ground against your puffy, tender pussy lips until he came, coating your pussy and abdomen in ropes of white. He fell back after that, letting you rest there on his chest while you caught your breath, him already recovered of course. That was one of the things that drove you most insane about him, that almost immediately after finishing he was so recovered, the only sign of your activities being any marks or dishevelment that you caused.

“Never insult my taste again.” He finally said, pressing a quick kiss to your head before he pushed you onto the bed proper, getting up to grab you a cloth to wipe up, which he tossed perfectly at your face.

“Are you kidding me? That was your issue?” You asked, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to look at him with disbelief.

“Yeah? What else would it be?” He replied, brow raised.

“I’m going to kill you next time. Gonna kill you with your dick.”

“Good luck with that, sweetheart.”

Tag List: @claryeverlarkf @uselessboots @cainnoable @hyperfixationthingss @queenmimi2817 @fanaticsnail @mermaniaa

If you'd like to tip me you can head over to my Kofi

[msfantasy-anime]

Boring [18+]

One Piece x Reader

Summary: idea taken from this post here. You get bored when getting down and dirty with your chosen character. Punishment ensues.

A/n: I’m on a writing bender. Nothing except this is being published right now. Also a little occ in parts

Monkey D. Luffy

“Hurry and come already— I wanna eat!” Luffy whines as vigorous bouncing comes to a slow rock.

“What?” You ask, unsure if you really just heard what you think you just heard.

Your hips continuing to grind down into Luffy’s lap, his shaft still pressing into the place that makes your knees go weak. But your building orgasm is rapidly disappearing from Luffy’s complaints.

“I said hurry up and come already.” He whines out again. Confirming what you fear you just heard.

You blinked. Starring down at him as he just looks at you with that usual oblivious look. Your brow twitches with the greatest irritation, and suddenly that nawing need to cum sudden evaporates from your body.

Oh hell no

You pull yourself off of him. Scrambling out of bed as you begin to pick up your discarded clothes, ready to put them back on and storm out of this cabin and as far away from this idiot as possible.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Luffy whines out in irritation. Trying to pull the top off over your head after you just yanked your arm through.

“You’re laying there, doing nothing but whine and complain whilst I do all the work, acting like you’re bored and — mph!“ Luffy smashes his lips on yours as if refusing to hear your woes will prevent the remaining anger from spilling out.

His fingers greedily grabbing your sides and shoving you onto your back.

The wind being knocked out of you, as you’re now suddenly sprawled across the bed.

Luffy’s already sinking to his knees between your legs, looking at you with that serious look of his.

“I’m hungry, not bored.” He says, voice now deep and scratchy. “And if I can’t eat food, then I’ll have to find something else.”

Vinsmoke Sanji

“Oh darling, you feel so good.” Sanji swoons, slowly rocking into your hips as he treasures you from above.

He loves having you in missionary.

He can make love to you whilst looking down on your form, watching your tits jiggle and bounce every time he thrusts into you. His greedy hands can wrap around your throat, cradle your chest, grab you by the waist or grip you by the fats of your hips.

From missionary, if he’s not watching your form writhe beneath him, he can lean down and hold your body close to his own. Your stomach grazing his, your boobs squishing into his own chest and your mouth right next to his ear where he can hear every gasp, moan, and whine coming from your beautiful lips.

Nothing beats the feeling of you coming undone on his cock as he cradles your body close, feeling your muscles twitch and shudder beneath him.

But somethings not right.

Tonight you haven’t been twitching, the sounds you’ve made have been minimal and frankly, that face you’re making right now is less than enthusiastic…

“What’s wrong darling? Did I do something?” He asks, cradling your cheeks. His hips coming to a stop as his brain begins to rack through scenarios where he might’ve done something wrong.

“Oh it’s just…” you say, looking off to the side, heart squeezing guiltily. “I’m just…”

“Just what darling?” He urges, pressing encouraging kisses into the crook of your neck before pulling away and peering down at you with endless patience. His gentle eyes looking down at you so softly.

“I’m just… bored.”

Sanji’s eyes instantly turning hard.

His thumb which was caressing your cheek has now stopped.

Maybe it wasn’t the best choice of words. But…

“Bored are ya?” He says harshly, his gravely voice sending nervous shivers down your spine.

He begins to pull away, and an surging panic fills your chest at the sudden loss of touch.

“W-wait!” You practically yell, hands flying out to grab Sanji’s shoulders.

He pulls you away from the mattress which was just cradling you, positioning your body along with his own as he now lays beneath you, whilst you straddle his lap. “If you’re so bored— then you can set the pace Princess. Ride me.” He commands, slapping your ass. His hands now moving to rest on your hips. You just continue to sit on him, unmoving, blinking down at him in confusion. “Have you gotten so spoilt you don’t even remember how to ride me? Let me help you remember.” He says, slamming his hips up into you.

The different position making his cock hitting new angles that has moans pouring out from your throat. “Ohh Sanji— j-just like that!” You whine still not moving.

Sanji drilling you from beneath. “I’ve spoilt you too much.” He grunts, his grip tightening around your hips as he helps you bounce on top of him, head falling back in blinding pleasure. Your body automatically responding to his as your hips begin to meet back his harsh thrusts until you’re both slammed into ecstasy.

Roronoa Zoro

You blame yourself really.

Horny and in need of satisfaction, you seek out Zoro to satiate your needs just like always.

Unlike every other time, you find Zoro a sleep in the crows nest.

At this point, you should’ve just returned to your room and took care of yourself.

But you didn’t.

“Oi.” You say whilst poking a snoring Zoro. He’s fast asleep, on his side and not even flinching at the finger jabbing harshly into his chest. “Oi wake up already!”

Shaking Zoro roughly until his eyes begin to slowly peel open. “Ugh— such a brat.” He mutters, throwing his arm around your waist and dragging you down into his sleeping form.

Your body rag dolling into his side, facing him, his leg kicking thrown over yours, pulling you closer into him by the thick arm around your waist.

“Noooooo!” You whine, wriggling in his arm. “I came for sex, not sleep!” You groan, as his arm tightens around you.

“Too bad.” He mumbles, his face burying into your hair. “I’m still waking up.” Normally this would have you squealing in delight, but right now? Right now your core throbbed and your clit pluses, demanding attention. Your neediness growing and with Zoros thigh wedged between your legs... you manage to press yourself onto his thigh. Dragging your core along his thigh with a sense of relief. “You’re seriously humping my thigh right now?” Though you’re admittedly a little embarrassed to be feeling so needy, your mood sours when you look at Zoros and see a smug grin slapped across his face. “Pathetic.” He taunts.

His tone isn’t malicious. It never is when he teases you.

But right now? You’re feeling desperate, your words tumbling past your lips faster than you could comprehend.

“Pathetic? At least I’m not boring.”

Zoro freezes under your jab.

Grabbing your hips harshly, forcing you to stop grinding. The action causing you to let out a pathetic whine.

“Boring huh?” He says, shifting to lean over you. That look in his eyes far from safe. “Let me show you just how boring I am when I fuck you stupid.”

Eustass Kidd

The captain of Victoria punk is already bending you over his work station when you let out an exasperated sigh. “Why do you always have to take me from behind Kidd?!” You complain, looking over your shoulder to meet Kidds indignant expression.

“The hell are you complaining for? You love it— you can’t even speak when I’m done with you.” Kidd says, still pulling your underwear down, keen to remind you of what you love. His hand running over the curve of your ass. Excited to see it bouncing as it’s thrown back onto him just like always.

“Yeah but you get to look at my body, I have to look at a damn wall— it’s boring!”

And there is was. That cursed word that sealed your fate.

“Boring.” Kidd says, allowing the word the roll around in the air as he spins you around to face hims picking up up by the back of your knees lifting you to his on his desk. “Boring?” He says again, with venom laced between each letter.

“Umm—“ you utter stupid as Kidd grabs your cheeks with one hand.

“Boring?” Repeats again, your own eyes widening in panic at the dangerous aura flowing off. His demeanour shifting from lusty with a hint of love sick to towering you with a new mission. He’s pulling himself out, and lining up to your slick entrance. “Bored at looking at a wall?” He asks, sliding into you slowly, feeling the slow stretch of your core as he continues to sink endlessly. “You’re right…” he whispers, pressing a dry kiss to your lips. “Why should I be denied your ridiculous expresses when you cum on my cock.”

Trafalgar D. Law

You were growing utterly restless.

Pestering your boyfriend for sex like a needy virgin who’s been touched for the first time.

He warned you he’s busy, but you pleaded and promised that you won’t bother him. Begging him to just ‘put it in’, promising it’ll be enough.

Against his better judgement, he let you guide him inside of you and it wasn’t enough.

So whilst you sit on his lap, you squired, wriggled, occasionally grinding. Law would grumble and reprimand you for being a nuisance.

“I told you to stop squirming. You’re distracting me from my work.” He reprimands, he’s looking down at you fidgeting. Your back pressing into his chest.

He already stopped working the moment you begged for ‘just the tip’, but it was amusing to see you try and fail to hold yourself back.

“Come on Law! Please move a little, i need more.” You whine out again. Law unable to hold back the smirk blooming across his lips. “I’m getting bored.” You say.

Suddenly your body was shifted from your perched position on Laws lap. To laying stomach first over the table, legs dangling off the edge.

Law didn’t dare pull out when he shifted you.

Now drilling you from behind.

“AHH—“ you moan out at the sensation of Law vigorously thrusting into you.

“Bored? You say?”

Buggy the Clown

Buggy always giving you parts of himself to service but you want the attention of his full body. Not just his nether parts

“Buggy~” you cooed, a lazy finger dragging down his chest. His cheeks instantly painting red.

He knows what that voice means.

What you want, without having to even ask.

With practice ease, he detaches his lower half, ready to give you the piece of him you always want.

“No Buggy~ I want more.” You whisper, leaning down, cradling his cheeks as you capture his lips in for a slow, tantalising kiss, parting from his lips, letting him feel the moment with you.

“Hands or mouth?” He asks, already detaching limbs and ready to pass them to you.

Your eyes darken with impatience. “No Buggy.” You mutter, and suddenly your clown is scrambling at the sight of your displeasure.

“What is it that you want doll? One hand and a mouth? Two hands and a mouth? Or just my coc—“

You cut him off, grabbing him by the collar and wrenching him out of his seat, holding him against your chest, molten eyes looking up at him. “I want your whole damn body Buggy!”you muster, pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling away. “I want to feel your chest on mine, I want to feel your legs working beneath me. I want to feel your hips slamming into mine, I want to grab your arms when I’m close and I want to bite down on your neck to suppress my moans!” You declare boldly, watching Buggy slowly melt into a puddle under your demands. “I don’t want just parts of you Buggy! It’s boring.” You spit angrily.

Buggy’s demeanour shifts darkly. His usual soft hands now roughly moving down the back of your thighs, hoisting you up from the back of your knees. Carrying you to your shared bed before gently laying you down.

“Sorry.” He whispers, peppering kisses down your neck. “You’re right doll. You deserve it all~” He whispers, slowly sliding down between your legs, positioning his head, right between your thighs.

Shanks

After being with shanks a long time, he’s gotten complacent.

Once upon a time, he’d spend ages in foreplay. Often edging you just so that your first orgasm would be truely explosive and he was never satisfied with just one.

But things have changed over time.

What was once worship was now sadly becoming a chore.

There was no romancing leading up sex anymore. No flowers, dinner, or general time spent together.

Even the foreplay was lacking. You’d always willingly sink to your knees for Shanks but his returned efforts were incredibly lacking these days.

Even the sex its self was average at best.

You’d always managed to cross the line but it was now more effort than ever.

Now here’s the worst part. Shanks is barely trying anymore. He just kicks back, arms resting behind his head in bliss as you ride him to completion.

Does his hips even remember how to thrust? He’s not even trying to move anymore.

The combination of everything has gotten to you. The lack of romancing, foreplay, and now lack of effort in performing his part in sex. It was all too much.

“Come to bed,” he coaxed, kissing the back of your neck as you continue writing at your desk. “Nothing like watching my pretty girl ride me.” He smiles softly, his fingers grazing your thighs, he looks up at you like a love struck dummy, and you just blink down at him… boredly. “You alright?” He asks, concerned at your incredible lack of enthusiasm.

“Not in the mood Shanks.” You deadpan, turning your attention back to the books.

“Not in the mood? You’re always in the mood.” He says, dumbfounded.

You just sigh, turning in your seat, and delivering news that rips his chest open. “I stopped being in the mood when you stopped romancing me, when your foreplay became shorter and shorter until it became non existent, I stopped being in the mood when you became a pillow prince, just laying there looking pretty while I did all the work.” Shanks eyes turning hollow at each point. “So yeah shanks. I’m not in the mood. Go use your hand or something— I don’t give a damn.” You say harshly. Ready to storm out after dropping that truth bomb, but Shanks just yanked you back, his heavy arm wrapping around your back.

“Baby, seems I forgotten how to pleasure you. Think you could let me practice on you?” He asks softly with that damn needy look in his eyes that already has you caving. “It may take me hours.” He whispers, sending a needy shiver down your spine.

Smoker

He has you pinned against the wall as he thrusts into your quivering walls.

Your arms clutching at his neck and shoulders as he drills into you harshly, hear building up and spreading across your thighs in an onslaught of pleasure.

“Oh— god— s-feels, so-good!” You whine out. Smoker leaning down and biting your shoulder the way he usually does when he’s trying to be quiet. “Don’t hold back your sounds handsome. Mh— wanna hear you.” He shoots you an indignant look, and you just grin that taunting smile of yours. “Let me hear you. Quite is boring.” You say.

Smoker releases the loudest, hottest groan you’ve ever heard in your life. It grumbled through his chest and rang your ears until it touched your soul.

Didn’t even realise you had an audiokink, until you started cumming from his moans alone.

Crocodile

Your back lays flat across Crocodiles desk as he plows into you.

You looked like a wet dream, eyes glassy, tits jiggling at the thrust, his cock sliding between your glistening folds. Your thighs twitching every other thrust.

“Fuck!” He bellows, his stomach clenching as he holds back an orgasm building. Because he trying to make you cum first, but you just keep babbling on about non-sense.

“Uh—god—feels so good Croc!” You praise, “we—we have t-to go to t-town after and —“ his hand slaps across your mouth.

“Shut it.” He commands, drilling you harder until your back arches off the desk, your eyes involuntarily sliding back. “Said we were becoming a boring couple and here you are still prattling non-sense whilst I fuck you.” He says, shoving a thumb into your mouth for your to suck. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

Koby

You live to bring pleasure to men. Making men cry and wail in satisfaction as you suck their soul from their body. It’s all so incredibly thrilling. Nothing turns you on more than having a man sputter your praises like an angel… or an incubus….

But your boyfriend Koby is a different story. He’s a people pleaser, and he always insists on going down on you in place of his own pleasure.

And honestly, you were growing frustrated. Being denied the sinful sounds that Koby would make if you had an opportunity to deep throat him.

You began to sink to your knees in the cabin, but already, Koby is hoisting you back up. “Let me take care of you.” He whispers through feverish kisses.

You just about cried in pure frustration. “Why won’t you let me give you a blowjob?!” You ask, biting your lip as Koby’s cheeks swell to an apple red blush, the tips of his ears hot to the touch.

“Uhhhhhh” he mutters, unsure how to remedy the situation.

“You’re always pleasuring me but you won’t let me pleasure you!” You say, shoving a finger into his chest. “Do you think I’m that bad that—“

“No!” He corrects quickly. “I think you’re too good for me, so I’m trying to—“

“Well stop it! I want to give you pleasure too! If I’m the only one receiving then it’s boring!” You reprimand, already sinking to your knees again. “Let me have what I want.”

Charlotte Katakuri

“Ah! Yeah— just like that!” You moan out, Katakuri’s fingers harshly digging into the fat of your hips as he pulls you back harshly onto his cock. You don’t pay any mind to the inevitable bruises forming. Because right now your husband has you bent over the back of your couch, hips tilting upwards right onto that special spot that makes your knees buckle.

He grunts out a groan, slamming more harshly into your gushing cunt, now seeking his own high, knowing full well that you’re about to be tripped over the edge yourself. “Fuck— Katak-Kuri! F-feel so good!” You moan out again, your cunt squeezing tightly around Katakuri’s throbbing member, he groans out as he unloads into you. His twitching hips slamming into you one last time as your knees completely give out, ecstasy and endless waves of pleasure lapping through your body. A stupid fucked out smile crossing your lips.

You’re so dick drunk, you can’t do anything but humming occasionally at how good you felt. Even with Katakuri slowly pulling out.

He pats your ass as if to say ‘good job’, sending you into another fit of bemused humming.

It wasn’t until you heard the clicking metal of a belt buckle that you’ve realised Katakuri is already re-dressing. “You’re just going to fuck me and leave?” You ask, huffing with annoyance. “No aftercare? How boring.”

Katakuri’s head rattles as he hears you say those words twice.

He drops his pants immediately, already bending you into a new position.

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that.” His voice rumbled sending excited shivers down your spine.

“Oh yeah? Make me.”

[innerfare]

Teasing or Overstimulating - Part 5

Summary: Do they tease you or overstimulate you?

Characters: Ichiji, Niji, Yonji

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // oral sex, shameless dirty talk, sex toys, control freak Ichiji, Yonji might have mommy issues

——— 

Ichiji: 

He’s the eldest son of Germa, a famous prince and warrior, genetically engineered to be as indifferent and aloof as possible. He’s also the most measured of his brothers, the least likely to allow his desperation to turn him into a wild animal. But you get under his skin like no girl ever has, and when you’re behind closed doors, he has to work at remaining in control. And that pisses him of. But he loves your pussy more than he hates you, and he especially loves the taste of your pussy more than he wants to be rid of you. He usually copes with this perceived power imbalance by acting aloof and telling you how much you need him to fuck you, far more than he needs it. 

“I’m doing you a favor, you know, by letting you have my cock. I could be fucking any other girl in the world right now. You’d better not make me regret my decision with your pathetic whining.” Of course, if you do stop with your pathetic whining, he’ll experience an existential crisis. He may appear calm and collected, but it’s a veneer- please don’t call his bluff. 

He often asserts control over the situation by putting you in the most vulnerable position he can manage, stripping you naked while remaining clothed himself. You almost always end up bent over something with your exposed cunt high in the air. But his favorite way to assert power over you is to tease you, bringing you to the brink two or three times and then sending you on your way without satisfaction, sometimes not even cumming himself to drag it out for as long as possible. It’s a game he plays to feel in control, knowing you’ll feel that slickness between your legs until he personally takes care of it. He never lets you put panties on afterward, will often dangle them in front of your face and even laugh a little when you try to take them.

“What do you want these for, huh? To hide the evidence of how slutty you’ve been for me? It’s your fault you’re all wet, not mine.” 

Of course, he can really only manage to achieve this with his fingers or cock. If he dips his tongue into your tight hole and gets a taste of your juices, or even just catches the scent when he takes your panties off, he’ll end up juicing you for as many orgasms as possible, spanking you and spitting on you to punish you for making him so pathetic. 

Niji:

Niji is cold and aloof yet greedy and lecherous, which culminates in whirlwind sexual encounters that leave your body sore and twitching in the aftermath. Sure, he feels the urge to withhold pleasure from you, but he rarely ever does because that would require him to withhold pleasure from himself, and he certainly won’t be doing that, not when he’s at home in his castle and painfully erect. He finds his deeply selfish desire to feel your tight little hole clench extra tight around his throbbing cock as he fucks you into the mattress far outweighs his other deeply selfish desire to see your bottom lip quiver because he alone has the power to make you orgasm and refuses to do so with a cruel laugh the way Ichiji would. 

He knows he’s spoiling you and has no genuine desire to indulge you as much as he does, but when the door closes and he pulls your panties down, the desire to see your eyes roll into the back over your head overtakes him, and he ends up thumbing your swollen clit while his hips snap against yours, lewd sounds spilling from your lips. It’s gotten to the point that he can’t cum unless he feels you clenching around him, but he’s certainly not going to hurry things along and cum before he’s good and ready, meaning you’re just going to have to cum again and again and again until he’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat and ready to pump you full of cum.

"Give me one more. Just one more, and I'll cum inside you. Fuck, just like that."

He feels entitled to your orgasms, so much so that he doesn’t allow you to make yourself orgasm and would probably start a literal war if someone else did. He and he alone deserves the privilege of feeling you clench and tasting you after, and he’ll do anything to keep that privilege, even going so far as to lock you up in your room when he’s away. 

Yonji: 

The first few times he fucked you, he didn’t even try to make you cum. Of course, you were so desperate for his cock you almost did anyway, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. But what did weigh on his mind was how good your little pussy felt, the best he’d ever fucked. And so he kept coming back for more, slowly starting to realize you felt the same about his cock and came quite easily, embarrassingly easily, around it.  

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’re cumming. You’ve probably never been fucked like this in your entire life.” 

He’s stingy and has no qualms about taking without giving anything in return, but he’s also cruel and enjoys seeing you begging for relief. Thus, he won’t allow you to cum without properly humiliating you- or, more specifically, making you humiliate yourself. He wants to strip you down and have you crawl on your hands and knees toward him, wants to sit back and laugh at you while you get yourself off by grinding into his thigh, wants to see tears fall down your flushed cheeks because you need to cum so badly but he keeps pulling back as soon as you reach the edge. 

As an aside, what he wants more than anything else (though he’s loathe to admit it) is to be humiliated by you. If you catch him off guard, tie him up, make him call you mommy or mistress, and ride his face until you’re overstimulated, he’ll most definitely be the one crawling back. He might even be a little nicer the next time he falls into your bed late at night and pulls your panties down, though the chances of an improved attitude are quite slim, especially if he thinks being a jerk will cause you to dominate him once more. 

———

Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[fanaticsnail]

Dreaming of You

Series Masterlist

Word Count: Total 2,700+ (590+, 800+, 790+)

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. NSFW, mdni, 18+

Themes: Vinsmoke brothers, f!reader, wet dreams, same reader different ending, Ichiji, Niji, Yongi, mdni, NSFW, smut, 18+, male masturbation, "mommy" kink

Notes: Thank you so much for your patience! I really appreciate you guys so much, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter of the Dreaming of You series!

The crude squelching of a glossy hand slowly stroking his thick cock from tip to base ricocheted from the corners of the bedroom. Reclining on your chest, his legs were pried open by your knees while your blunt fingernails of your unoccupied hand dragged down his sculpted chest. Breath hitching, he sobbed through his parted lips as the first few spurts of his precum slowly ebbed from his small slit at the top of his flushed tip. 

“You close, baby?” your gentle voice cooed at him sweetly, “Oh, I can feel it. You're being so good for me.” Your hand maintained the same gentle motion in your lubricated palm, softly pumping his shaft up and down while giving his tip an attentive squeeze. Your thumb swiped his sensitive frenulum while a dewy pearl of translucent precum seeped into the pads of your digits. 

“M-M-M-!” His voice caught on a word while his hands gripped the bedsheets beside your thighs. Hips involuntarily rocked in time with your pumping as his lips seeped drool from its edges. His entire body was covered in a glistening sheen of glossy sweat, trying so desperately to hold back from letting go while their body gave into the feeling. 

“That's it,” you praised him while your hips gently rolled with his, hand still focussing on pumping along his shaft and milking him of his impending orgasm, “That's my good boy. You just say what you need to say so I can help you. Come on, sweety. You can say anything you want, and I’m here to work you through it.”

A sweet mewling cry trickled from his gulping lips as fresh tears dampened his cheeks. Emotions were overtaking his body at the same time as your lubricated fist focussed on edging him closer to his euphoria. He felt his legs begin to twitch, shake, and stutter while his shuddering toes curled in an intense convulsion. 

“M-M-!” his lips couldn't say it, yet his stiffened shaft began bleeding his bliss while a pooling warmth spread from his belly up to his chest. As he rocked in time, your soothing and calming voice praised him supportively while his belly knit itself in thick knots. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” you whispered affectionately, “Show me how good you can be for me.” You never ceased your motions, continuing that speed while your other hand snaked around his waist to hold his staggering hips pinned against your chest. Your strength surprised him as he felt securely caged against your safety. Hanging his head back limply on your shoulder, he finally let out a strangled cry while the first squirt of thick cum spurted from his slit. 

“M-! Mommy!” 

As soon as that word fled his lips, the safety net faded into a smokey darkness. Your body fled its warmth from his back, the reclined position he was in felt horizontal rather than angular, and his eyes sprung open in a room of lightless serenity. He was in his bedroom: alone, miserable, and flooding his boxers with the final waves of his touchless ecstasy. A deep frown drew itself over his whirlpool eyebrows as he truly came to terms with exactly what had happened moments prior. 

He had a wet dream. In that wet dream, he had been a whimpery, pleading, crying mess. And in that whimpery, pleading, crying mess, his fictitious self had called you ‘Mommy’.

“Fuck.” 

Ichiji

A heavy sigh fled from his lips while he tugged those blankets from his waist. Glancing down at his crotch, he rolled his eyes as a damp patch of his cum seeped into the woven seams. Ichiji scrunched his eyes tightly shut and shook his head in disappointment while peeling his boxers from his hips and down his thighs. 

Ichiji’s red, curly pubic hair was glued down by the intensity of his moonlight transgressions. Cum gelled his cock against belly, causing Ichiji to be taken aback by the sheer amount of it there truly was. 

“Clearly, I'm not beating you into submission often enough,” he snarled down at his shaft as he kicked off his boxers and tugged away his sleep shirt. Stepping over his pants, he sauntered grogily to the joined ensuite and flicked on the light. The usually stoic older brother of the Vinsmokes took in his sleepless reflection and scoffed at the tone of his under eyes. 

Within the silvery reflection, Ichiji noticed each enhanced contour of his pale abdomen with his now flaccid cock tucked beneath his soiled pubic hair. He clicked his tongue with a curt hiss before placing himself into the shower. Rotating the tap heads around, the scorching water hit his back beneath the nozzle and cascaded down his spine to pool at his feet. 

“Mommy?” he chastised himself with his venomous tone, “Really? And you for that matter.” Despite the content of his dreams, his mind moved towards the imagery of his sister’s closest and most trusted confidant. Reiju was the one who picked you as a companion and her assistant to her duties. Your kindness was only demonstrated in the ways you handled her duties, your smile only shown once a task was completed - and never directed to him or his brothers. 

“Why am I dreaming of you?” he questioned as his hands motioned down his belly towards his cock, giving the shaft a few strokes as his cum congealed around the base beneath the water. “You are nothing to me. You mean… you mean… nothing-, fuck.” His hands slowly pumped along the contours of his rapidly swelling cock while his eyes fluttered to a close, “Just because you’re kind, considerate, intelligent, and so… so… hgmnh-... fuck…”

Ichiji’s hands picked up, squeezing at his tip ever so often and teasing his frenulum to entice a rise in his need, almost shocked by how hard his edge was stampeding towards release. Placing a hand on the shower door, his breath puffed out in heavy exhales and dampened the tiles with his ecstasy-laced pants. The reserved eldest brother of the Vinsmoke children continued focussing on your words, your image, the fictitious taste on his tongue of how he imagined your skin would paint on his palate, all the while rutting his hips in time with his strokes. 

“F-Fuck you. You… You… Fuck… Cumming-!” his choked moan strangled his throat with his desperation, finally shuddering through the thick euphoria releasing from the tip of his cock. His cum painted the tiled wall, slowly oozing down the surface to trickle down the drain at his feet. The hot water continued to pummel his back while his body jolted through those final waves of ecstasy. 

You were the central focus of his thoughts; picturing his cum possessively glazing your flesh and watching you continue to go about your duties as if he hasn’t claimed you as his. That’s what you were. His. 

All he had to do was go and inform both you and Reiju as such at a more reasonable hour. 

Niji

Laughter was the first thing to leave Niji's lips despite the unfeeling and humourless nature founded in his core. He was raised to be unfeeling, cold, calculated, yet that spark of laughter bloomed in his chest the longer he examined himself. His release still coated his belly and crotch, sticking to his skin while oozing down onto the mattress as his laughter slowly died down.

“Pathetic,” he uttered dryly while stretching his hands over his shoulders, arching his back against the mattress while his muscles became taut and rippled beneath his skin. As he de-arched his back, his hands slowly stroked down his shoulders and found his puckered nipples, giving them a hard pinch and hissing at the connection before he clawed his splayed hands down his waist and collected his viscous release onto his palm. 

“Look at this mess you made,” he spoke to the memory of you dancing within his mind, “And ‘mommy’? Seriously? Tsk.” Niji collected his cum from his waist with his bare hands and stepped off his bed to walk towards his ensuite. Turning the faucet, he rinsed off his rapidly congealing spend before soaping up his hands to ensure no trace was left on his skin. 

Once done, Niji shook his head and turned towards his shower and flickered on the toggles to flood water from the head into the rectangular glass before stepping in himself. He let the fog smear around his body while he shook his head at the memory. His laughter returned as he heard your words echoing back to him. Thoughts of having one command when he could and could not cum engaged a twitch of interest from his cock as it hung thickly between his legs. 

“Good? Me?” he growled as he reached for his soap, lathering his face first before his armpits and down his chest, “As if that would get me off.” The suds oozed down his wast and caught on his cock, now standing at full mast and brushing against the tiled edge of the glass cubical. Gazing down at it, he tilted his head with a sneer on his features. 

“What’s so good about being called ‘good’, anyway?” he growled as his balled fist found his shaft and slowly began stroking it to clean it of any remnants of cum. Despite his intentions to simply clean himself, his imagination began to run wild with the thought of earlier continuing to plague his mind with the shimmery image of you continuing to flicker behind his minds eye.

“Don’t you want to be good for me?” your voice echoed in his ear without any voice or breath to follow. His eyes fluttered closed, and suddenly he pictured your hand stroking his cock and pinching the tip to withhold his release from him. He groaned and slowly rocked his hips into his hand while continuing to picture it as yours. 

“I don’t know if I can be good for you,” he whispered back to his fictitious imagination, “But let me try. I know I can try for you.” Niji continued to fuck his fist in sharp, deep thrusts while the claps of skin meeting skin began to ricochet throughout the echoed bathroom. His hand braced itself against the tiled wall while he continued to buck forward. His tip kissed the cool wall and had his eyes rolling in response. 

Huffing and panting through the feeling, Niji felt his body reach its pinnacle of ecstasy while his other hand came to pinch his nipple. Gritting his teeth at the mixture of pleasure and pain, he continued to picture your lips in his ear, your hand on his cock, and your hand over his hand tugging at his chest while he chanted your name over, and over again. 

“Cum for me, Niji,” his mind replayed repetitively. Niji immediately felt that euphoric rush split white while his pearlescent release hastily spattered all over the tile wall. His hips continued to buck through his thick release while he moaned and chanted your name over and over again like a bull mounting its mate. He continued past the point of his release and threw himself into a blaring amount of overstimulation the longer he pictured you touching him. 

Unaware of when exactly he began to hold his breath, his eyes opened once again and he gasped in a mixture of air and water beneath the shower while he slowed the pace of his thrusts. He shook his head, dampening his blue locks with the clear liquid and allowing stringy strands to fall over his shoulder while he watched his cum move down the drain beneath him. 

“You haunt me,” he chuckled darkly, “And when you wake up, you’ll find me reciprocating that immediately. Mark my words, you’ll learn that you’re mine soon enough.”

Yonji

Without warning or any prompting, the youngest Vinsmoke brother found his eyes going glassy and fogging with the final moments he shared with the ghost of you in his dream. Within the darkness of the cold and lonely room, Yonji refused to let that moment with you go as he rolled onto his belly amongst the bunched duvet curling around his middle. His hips ground into the material while his deflating cock halted in its retreat, smearing the cum he just expelled across the linens while his glossy tip brushed with the plush blanket. 

“Why ‘Mommy’?” he sniffled softly, feeling that weakness and groggy aura from his restless sleep clinging to his chest with a sudden vulnerability he had never felt before, “I don’t-... It’s not-... I don’t like-...” His words lost themselves as his hips slowly began to move against his will and driving his cock into the folds of the duvet. 

Yonji clenched his eyes tightly shut and found the image of you he had longed to see beneath him. Your head against the mattress, eyes peering up at him with love, your lips smiling sweetly with praise rapidly falling from them as if it burned you to keep his name hidden for any longer - Yonji used this image to fall his cock deeper against his blankets and grow his cock once more. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark, his eyes still closed while seeing your face haunting him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His cries only continued while he drove his cock deeper into the bed, feeling that cottony fabric brush against his oversensitive cock and catch against his frenulum. He pictured your hand reaching up and cupping his cheek, guiding him down to press his forehead against your own. 

In reality, Yonji was snapping his hips rapidly into his bed, eyes closed and lips biting his pillow while his ass dimpled with the taut and release of the muscles he’d been gifted with. His green hair fell over his head and shrouded him in another curtain of safety while picturing it caressing the perimeter of your head and framing it with his aura. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Yonji,” he heard his imagination call with your voice in his minds eye, “You’re making me so proud of you. You’re doing so well, baby. Keep making mommy proud, okay? You’re so close. I can feel how close you are.” “I’ll make you proud, Mommy,” Yonji muffled hurriedly, feeling his belly tense with the call to an orgasm he could ride out, “I c-can do that. I can do that, Mommy. J-Just tell me you’re proud of me. T-Tell me y-you love me.” He felt the corners of his eyes prick with tears, truly unsure as to where the emotions came from to give him this extreme need to be praised and held. 

Yonji felt his hips stagger the closer he drew, huffing and panting into the pillow while picturing himself huffing your scent and kissing your neck. His cock twitched and pulsated within the material, so close he could almost taste your words and hear them speak outside of his augmented memory. Just as he bit his lip and felt the first sparks of cum begin to spill, he heard your voice clearer than anything he imagined prior.

“I love you, Yonji.”

Immediately, Yonji openly began to cry. His eyes spilled over with thick, dewy tears while his cock spilled into the curled duvet. His belly grew tense and his stomach tingled while he emptied himself all over his bedsheets. He can’t remember the last time he felt this much relief at once: how easy his orgasm came to him, and crying into the pillow he slept on with such intensity. 

As his hips came to an end, Yonji laid face down for a moment longer. He only parted his eyes to turn his head to the side and let out a soft whimper before scrunching them tightly shut. He sniffled and drew his hand up to his nose, brushing away the tears with the back of his wrist while his lips continued to quiver. 

“I have never wanted to be someone's ‘good boy’ before,” his whisper caught in his throat while wracked with another small sob, “But if I did, I would want to be good for you, Mommy.” He lay there for a little while longer, finally finding sleep once again calling his name while hearing your hum and feeling your hands rake through his hair. He would never tell a soul he felt like this, not even you. 

For now, his love for you will be his dirty little secret he will keep tucked into his heart any time he needs to find that comfort from you. 

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @mermaniaa @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady @jintaka-hane @thenotsofantasticlifestory @ane5e

Thank you for reading! If you would like to leave a tip for busking with my words, my Ko-fi is here! If you enjoyed this, please check out my masterlist for other One Piece fics, my monsterlist pinned at @sultrysnail for original content, or my JJK masterlist pinned at @heavenlysnail.

[shy-writer-999]

It's getting hot in here...

Summary: After a nice meal, you start to feel weird. Did you eat something funny? It turns out everyone is feeling the same, and there's only one thing to do about it. Read content warnings please!

CW: Lots of nasty sex. Afab reader, G/N language. Aphrodisiacs. TONS of zosan gay shit (like 50% of this fic). Could be considered dubcon because the aphrodisiacs are strong and reader keeps losing touch with reality, but it is consensual >_> Voyerusim, dacryphilia, begging, dry humping, edging, masturbation, "good boy," riding, prone bone, you name it. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS IS (VERY) NSFW CONTENT.

Something was in the water at the new island the Sunny anchored on. Or was it in the wine? The bread? The butter? You couldn’t remember what you ate. Your memory of the night was blurred—scattered scenes played through your mind the next day. Your recollection was… messy and nonsensical. You tried to recount the night.

In the early hours of the night in question, Sanji went into the island’s town to get supplies and ingredients for dinner. It was a nice day full of free time, clear skies with a slight breeze.

Nami and Robin went shopping and they wouldn’t be back on the ship in time for dinner. Brook, Usopp, Chopper, and Franky went off and did god knows what. Similarly, they wouldn’t be back in time for the evening meal. Sanji promised to make enough so they could have leftovers later.

When everyone went on their separate outings, that left you, Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji on the ship.

It was a small, simple, and delicious dinner that night. An intimate setting with just you four, a nice opportunity to hang out with part of the East Blue crew. You were soaking in some modicum of silence and peace (whenever Luffy allowed it) on the mostly empty ship.

Aside from Luffy’s chomping and smacking noises while he ate, dinner was relatively silent. Sanji and Zoro weren’t butting heads for once, either. You sat at the table, talked sparingly, and drank some of the wine that Sanji bought in town.

When dinner was over, you helped Sanji wash up (like usual), then you sat at the dinner table and did some reading.

An hour or so passed. You read your book while Sanji prepped food and cleaned the kitchen a few feet away. Gradually, the room got warmer. You opened a window, letting in some of the cool evening air, propped a door open, and sat back down again.

After a few minutes, you noticed that you felt a bit ill. Lightly perspiring, you almost shivered—your limbs felt heavy, you felt light-headed. You tried to reason it away. Did you have too much wine?

No, you didn’t. You stood up, and as you rose to your feet you realized that you felt like you were going to pass out. At the same time, your body started to buzz. You had never felt like this before. Something was seriously off.

Sanji was still in the kitchen cleaning up, and you staggered in his direction, stopping at the sink to splash some water on your face. The cold water felt great on your hot cheeks, and you could have sworn you saw steam rise up from where the cool droplets met your skin.

“My love, are you alright?” Sanji’s sweet voice shocked you out of your feverish stupor. You had almost forgotten he was there. When you turned to face him, your body pulsed and heat tingled outwards from between your legs, radiating to your whole body. He had never looked so good before.

The blonde’s eyes widened in shock—your pupils were dilated, your breathing was shallow and quick, and your face was covered in a sheen of sweat. He brought a hand to your forehead and confirmed that you had a fever. “Are you sick, dearest? You don’t look well.”

When his skin touched yours, your breath hitched. “Sanji, I don’t feel too good.”

“Do you need to go lay down? I’ll get Chopper to come take your temperature and give you something to help you feel better, okay?”

You didn’t know it, but Sanji was starting to feel ill, too. He was sweating just barely and had, up until that point, been blaming it on the fact that he just cooked and cleaned and was a bit exhausted. But what was more concerning to him was that in your feverish state you looked even more beautiful than usual—no, beautiful wasn’t the right word. In his mind he remarked that you looked fucking hot. Stunning. Sexy, even.

He could rip your clothes off here and now and ravage you, had you been up for it. But that sentiment wasn’t necessarily out of the norm, rather, it was that you were evidently sick, and he was starting to feel a bit woozy himself.

Maybe the food had turned, and he didn’t realize it, so you were both suffering from food poisoning. But that would have been very unlike him to not pick up on the food tasting rotten. It must have been something else. Did you both pick up some virus from the last island you were on? Like Nami on Little Garden that one time?

A soft whine slipped out of your lips. The noise made his stomach flip. You sounded like you were in pain but… you also sounded a bit erotic to him. In this state, his mind raced. Is that what you would sound like in bed? Whining like that?

Sanji mentally berated himself more than ever before, letting self-disgust wash over for a moment before he shook it off. When he got back to his senses (he had been staring at you for only a couple of seconds), he started to guide you to your cabin for some rest. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s get you to bed.”

But no matter how many internal curses he threw at himself, he felt a tent forming in his pants. Something weird was happening.

He balked at the idea that seeing you in your current state was getting him so flustered. You were ill, after all. What sort of gentleman would he be right now, if he was thirsting over you while you had a dangerously high fever and were obviously in pain?

As he tried to shrug off how odd he was starting to feel, the blonde chef guided you down the hallway and towards your room. You walked behind him and your vision started to get splotchy. With every degree your fever worsened, you felt something get more intense—was this feeling arousal? At a time like this?  

Sure enough, heat bloomed between your legs; small zaps of pleasure radiated outwards with each step. The arousal-sickness combination was disorienting and concerning.

And not only were you just aroused, but it was coupled with wild sensitivity—as you moved, the fabric of your pants brushed down there, sending an electric shock up your spine as the tingling sensation intensified. Were you hallucinating, or was wetness seeping out of your core, saturating your panties?

The walk down the hallway felt like years.

By the time you were almost to your bed, you were soaking wet from nothing other than walking. You tried to squeeze your legs together. Was there a stain on your pants from how unreasonably wet you were? Should you hide it? The fabric of your pants was rubbing you just right, and, in the moment you sat on the (conveniently large) bed, you convulsed in pleasure. Undeniably, you moaned. A quiet one, but a moan, no less.

You sat there for a few seconds, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as you positively buzzed in pleasure. You didn’t know what was happening, and you were unaware that you were slowly rubbing your thighs together, drawing out more tingles of pleasure. Was that an orgasm?

Sanji’s mind was racing, and he was hyperaware of everything—every shallow breath and flutter of your eyes was making his heart patter and the tent in his pants grow. He was fully erect now, and his mind was so scrambled that he didn’t even think of hiding it. He almost couldn’t breathe. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

It was from this point on that you started to question if any of this was real or if you were just having a fever dream.

Sanji stood over you, watching in what could be called a mixture of concern and rabid desire. Your eyes opened finally, and it felt like you had tunnel vision. You noticed it then—his erection, hard and big. There was a visible stain on his bulge where precum pooled into the fabric. His cock twitched when he realized your eyes were focused on it.

“A-are you okay?” Sanji asked. He didn’t know what to say. He needed to drag himself away to a bathroom and deal with this.

His words got caught in his throat as your body literally worked against your own whims. Your fingers moved like they were being controlled by a puppeteer—you watched them in third person as they trailed down your abdomen and came to rest over your throbbing core.

Looking up at him, you gave yourself a squeeze through your pants. Some erotic sound tumbled from your lips. Your fingers started to circle over the fabric of your pants where your clit must have been, and you spread your thighs a bit. You couldn’t control yourself.

“Help, Sanji,” you whispered, mouth dry. “Don’t know what’s happening. Can’t stop.” Your fingers moved faster, building a crescendo of pleasure that would crash onto you soon. You felt like you were going crazy with need. No longer focused on the fever wracking your body, your mind knew only one thing: you needed pleasure.

If you didn’t get more soon, you were worried you’d pass out. Or something would happen. Would you go crazy?

“H-help?” Sanji’s voice cracked. “What do you mean?”

“Touch me,” you whimpered, fingers moving faster now. His jaw dropped.

Luffy suddenly staggered to the door and leaned on the frame. He was unbothered by the sight in front of him and, quite frankly, he looked a damn mess. His hair was plastered down on his forehead in sweat, he had no shirt on, and his pajama pants were riding down, showing the band of his boxers.

“Guys,” Luffy’s voice was strained. “I feel really weird.”

Your eyes darted down. Luffy was rock hard, bulge standing out against the gray fabric of his pants. His cloudy vision came to rest on your chest. With no care in the world, one of his hands reached down to start rubbing himself.

“It won’t go away no matter what I do,” Luffy rubbed the heel of his hand down the outline of his erection, and his words were broken by a loud grunt. “I came here to ask for help but it—it looks like you beat me to it.” He cracked a grimace/smile and threw his head back after a moment, leaning his whole weight on the door frame as he touched himself through the fabric.

You snuck a hand into your pants. Brushing your clit gently, you keened. You were on autopilot, incapable of controlling your actions and not the most cognizant. All you knew was you needed more, and if you didn’t get more, something bad would happen.

“Mmmphhhh,” Luffy stifled a groan as he squeezed himself, lost in his own world. “It’s like my body is on fire.”

Your vision went black around the edges—you started to rub faster, spreading your legs open wide and creeping your fingers under your panties.

Burying your hand in your underwear, you hissed in air at your teeth as your fingertips came in contact with your hot folds. Your back arched and a needy sound trickled out. “F-fuck, Sanji help me.”

Sanji froze, eyes glued on your hand that was shoved down your pants, stirring under the fabric. The stain on his pants got bigger and wetter—it was very noticeable.  

“What do you want me to do love?” He asked in a hushed, hesitant tone. He was holding onto his last shreds of reason, trying not to pounce on you, but those shreds of rationality were slipping out of his grasp like sand.

Your vision started to go black. You closed your eyes, lost in the pleasure that you pulled from yourself in a daze. Sanji reached a hand up to your core and ran a thumb up and down over the fabric above your clit. Your wetness was seeping through the layers already.

Some amount of time passed. You came and it helped you regain lucidity. When you opened your eyes—you had no clue how long it had been—you were laying on the bed and Luffy stood over you, watching intently.

Sanji was sitting at the end of the bed, now shamelessly digging his thumb into the tip of his cock, playing with his slit as clear precum seeped out of it. His hips bucked upwards a few times and you watched. You realized that you were touching yourself, moving your fingers in swift and messy need.

Luffy leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. The first few kisses were surprisingly sweet, loving, even, but they quickly turned sloppy. He maneuvered onto the bed—now, his knee was pressed against your core, a hand braced on one side of your head, and the other rested on your cheek as he kissed you passionately.

You made out for a few seconds, grinding down onto his knee a bit, aiming for friction. Your mewls were driving him and Sanji insane—the blonde continued to tease himself and stroke slowly while he watched Luffy take in every inch of you with his lips. The captain’s lips moved south.

He pulled your pants and panties off quickly, spread your thighs wide, and started to eat you out on the spot. Pressing his tongue on your clit, the captain drew soft circles around your sensitive bud, then he swiped his tongue up and down along your entrance. Luffy wasted no time slurping and greedily licking every inch and crevice of you that he could.

You started to lose touch with reality again—you realized, distantly and in third person, that whatever was wrong with you seemed like you would start to black out any time you went too long without an orgasm. As you were making this conclusion, a loud thud at the door distracted you once again.

Zoro’s body had dragged him across the ship, bringing him to your room of its own accord. He could hardly walk, slamming into the door frame, and before he knew it, he was sitting on the bed next to Sanji, eyes darting between Luffy eating you out and the blonde’s fist stroking and squeezing his hard on.

Your eyes shifted to Zoro, sitting with his legs spread wide on the bed next to Sanji. The swordsman started running a palm over his clothed erection. His breaths were fast, his cheeks were bright pink, he didn’t seem fully aware of the fact his eyes were glued on his nemesis/frenemy’s fist pumping over his cock.

No one said a word for a few moments. It was a silent agreement—whatever was happening needed to be addressed, and there was only one thing to do.

It had been too long without climax for you (again). Your vision went black and your mind went blank. When an orgasm finally crashed into you, minutes later, it brought you back to reality and a few moments of lucidity. Your ears were greeted by a cacophony of ragged breaths and deep groans to your left.

Turning your head, your eyes were met with the sight of two people (who you thought utterly hated each other) entangled on the bed.

Sanji was completely naked, while Zoro had on short, tight, black boxer-briefs. He was on top of Sanji, rubbing his aching erection on Sanji’s while his brows furrowed and needy sounds trickled out of his mouth. Every few seconds, Sanji let out a whimper and arched his back off the bed.

“Don’t stop,” Sanji gasped, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as Zoro’s muscles rippled.

“I f-fucking can’t,” the swordsman grunted in response, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Your eyes stayed glued on the pair, bewildered and feral, until Luffy’s tongue, buried inside of you, demanded your attention. Was he using his devil fruit powers? Head had never felt this good before. His tongue prodded your pulsing hotness, sliding up and down greedily between your lips before pushing inside of you again.

The slurping noises from your captain were sinful. Your eyes crept from his head buried between your legs to the sight of his hips rutting on the sheets beneath. His cock craved friction. He wished his tongue wasn’t buried in you but something else instead.

Grabbing tufts of Luffy’s hair, you dragged his mouth closer, pressing his roaming tongue as deep as physically possible.

“L-luffy, need m-more. Please.” You begged, vision getting blurry around the edges. You felt hotter than before.

Instead of your captain’s voice in response, a loud moan from Sanji answered your pleading. Your eyes snapped to the pair of men again—Sanji was squirming under the swordsman, shuddering and clawing at Zoro’s biceps now as he grinded up into his cock.

“Cumming,” the blonde grunted, pushing his hips upward, grinding harder onto Zoro. “I’m c-cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The chef came on his own stomach while Zoro rocked his hips into the blonde’s shaft with more urgency, overstimulating him and eliciting desperate cries.

“Can’t stop,” Zoro choked out amidst his own moans and heaves for air.

Tears pricked in the corner of the chef’s eyes, but he didn’t tell the swordsman to stop, in fact, he rutted his hips up again and again. He was gearing up for yet another orgasm when Zoro brought him into a kiss and trailed his fingers towards the blonde’s erection.

More moments fleeted by—more gut-wrenching pleasure from Luffy’s tongue inside of you, hazy images of Sanji and Zoro grinding on each other, smearing the milky puddle of cum all over Sanji’s abdomen on Zoro’s underwear and abs.

Your eyes fixated on the outline of Zoro’s erection through the damp fabric. You were mesmerized.

Time faded into oblivion. The next memory you had was of Zoro flipping you over, onto your stomach, and climbing on top of you. He positioned you in prone bone, pressing his chest on your back. Trailing his fingers down and squeezing a rough handful of your ass, he then dipped two fingers into your hot folds and coaxed fireworks of pleasure from you.

Zoro relished how wet and ready you were for him thanks to Luffy’s previous work. He played with you for a little while, dragging his finger pads across your g-spot repeatedly and curling them upwards inside of you until you begged for more. When he pushed his cock inside, he felt so big that it was almost painful. He entered you centimeters at a time, and when he finally bottomed out and the ring of hair around the base of his cock met your flesh, his hips started to pump into yours rhythmically, gaining speed each moment that passed.

“Feels hot and s-sticky inside,” he gasped, hips shuddering into you as his tip passed your g-spot. You shifted under him the slightest bit, drawing a sensitive gasp from the swordsman. Every movement from him felt euphoric—and coupled with his weight on top of you, you felt like you were going crazy with desire. He couldn’t fuck you fast enough.

Turning your head, you realized that Sanji had one hand wrapped around his cock again but was now in a similar position to you. He was flush with the bed, chest pressing on the covers, simultaneously stroking himself and humping the sheets as he watched Zoro fuck you.

Zoro groaned pure filth in your ear. “Just like that, baby. Fuhccckkk. Feels so good.”

Each pass of Zoro’s length inside of you and past your g-spot was met with a squelching noise from how wet you were—every roll of his hips pushed him deeper inside of you and it felt like you were floating.

As Sanji watched, his fist moved faster and so did his hips. He roughly jerked his length and rubbed his glistening tip into the covers. His cock felt hot, it was pulsing, and each brush of his flesh against the fabric made him shiver. He was working off of animal instinct alone, eyes so dilated and mind so foggy that all he knew was that he felt good and he didn’t want it to stop. He could watch the pair of you for hours. He didn’t care.

Voice husky and bathed in lust, Zoro was getting more worked up. “Say my name,” he groaned as his length passed in and out of you. “Say it.”

Before his name could exit your lips, Sanji moaned into the sheets below. “Zoro. Zoro. Hah, fuck, Zoro.” Moments later, you watched him orgasm all over the sheets below, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut.

Hearing the chef’s desperate, pathetic mewls made Zoro fuck you faster. Just when you thought you were at the precipice of orgasm, Zoro reached a hand under you and started to rub your clit, then he bit your shoulder. The pain felt good, and the combination of sensations was overwhelming—your orgasm was intense, shocking, and ecstatic.

A fleeting thought passed through your mind—where’s Luffy?

He was perched at the end of the bed, touching himself to the sight, waiting for his turn, which he promptly took when Zoro was done with you.

The next scene in your memory was Luffy fucking you, but you weren’t quite sure how you got there. You did remember that right before Luffy touched you, he asked you softly, “Do you want to keep going? Or have you had enough?”

You croaked out an eager, “more.”

“On top?” Luffy asked, waiting for your confirmation. And when you again agreed, he shifted, so he was laying on the bed, and you were on top of him.

Sinking down on his cock, you started to ride him. His hands came to rest on your hips and his eyes looked hungry. As if he wasn’t full from the ridiculously huge meal he just ate.

Parallel to you and Luffy, Zoro had Sanji on his lap. Zoro’s chest pressed on Sanji’s back, so the chef was facing you and Luffy. The swordsman’s large, rough hand wrapped around Sanji’s front. Languidly, Zoro played with Sanji’s shaft, teasing him at a snail’s pace.

Zoro wasn’t all there mentally because of (what you deduced to be) the aphrodisiacs. It’s like he was running on pure thirst. Something in him wanted Sanji to beg and wanted to see you getting off to the sight. He was getting a kick out of the cook being absolutely pathetic. He wanted to see him be utterly shameless.

“’m gonna cum,” Sanji whimpered, writhing around on the stocky pair of hair thighs underneath him.

“Shhh. Not yet, cook. Can’t you hold on for a little bit longer? Don’t you want to watch?”

Sanji got quieter and nodded, holding his orgasm at bay as best he could while he watched you ride Luffy, who was practically growling out commands faster than you could keep up.

 “Faster.” “Faster.” “Harder.” “More.” Every time he spoke, you did as he said. You did so until your legs started to burn, until your thighs started to shake, until he was doing all the work for you, lifting you up and down on his shaft.

He pressed his tip on your spongey hot spot and wrenched pleasure from you. Zoro edged and teased Sanji within an inch of his life while the pair of them watched—it was almost cruel. The cook was in tears over how good it felt, how badly he wanted to keep cumming, and how much it was getting to his head.

“Please Z-zoro, fuck, please.” Sanji was close to his breaking point.

“Just a bit longer, curly brows, hold on.”

A few more seconds passed. It didn’t take long for Luffy to bring you to the brink of orgasm, which was what Zoro was hoping for. As you started to shake, eyes rolling back in white-hot pleasure from your orgasm, Zoro finally gave Sanji permission to cum.

You hadn’t expected the swordsman to be this controlling, this mean, and this verbal.

“Mmmphhhh. Just like that,” Zoro exhaled while he watched you cum all over Luffy’s cock. “Now you can cum.” He then murmured something in Sanji’s ear that would have left you gob smacked if you had enough wherewithal to think. “There’s a good boy.”

While Sanji painted his own stomach white, you collapsed on top of Luffy. He kissed the side of your head and started to pet your hair.

“You need a break?” He asked you, voice tender and kinder than usual. You nodded and then drifted into unconsciousness for some period of time.

Memories after this point completely faded to black. You had some notion of waking up and sucking Zoro off and then riding Sanji until he cried again, but… the images were blurred. Someone came on your face, two indiscernible figures in your memory were entangled on the sheets again, but… you drew a blank after a point.

---

When you finally came to, you concluded that whatever the fuck that was must have been a very strong aphrodisiac. You couldn’t figure out what it was in though—the wine? The water? Something in the food? Whatever it was, it must have gotten out of your system through sheer number of orgasms and hours of fucking.

You were still on your bed, under the covers and tucked in along with Luffy. Sanji and Zoro were off somewhere, presumably getting cleaned up but…? Who knows. 

You checked the clock—it was around 10:00PM. You, Sanji, Luffy, and Zoro had been going at it since 5:00PM, shortly after your early dinner. So… almost five whole hours? But you didn’t feel like it, really. You weren’t sore or anything which was a feat in itself.

Putting some clothes on, you wandered to the kitchen for a glass of water. You were parched. You’d have to wait to debrief until you saw Zoro or Sanji, or until Luffy woke up.

You walked into the kitchen and were met with a sight that broke your brain for a second. Nami, Robin, Franky and Usopp were at the dinner table, chowing down on the dinner leftovers Sanji packaged up for them in cute little serving boxes. They must have just gotten back from their outings.

Your eyes flashed around the room—wine bottles were open. They were having a grand old time.

Your stomach sank. Fuck. They were about to have even grander of a time if they kept eating and drinking like that. You’d have to sit yourself out for round two—not sure you could handle it, honestly.

After that night, you came to a good understanding of the dynamics with each man in bed. Not only from your memory, but because you went in for seconds with each of them at some point. Luffy was greedy and forthcoming, but kind, like usual. Zoro was an absolute machine, filthy and verbose. And Sanji was, well, Sanji. He was doting, pathetic, and desperate. What a good variety to choose from—you were never left wanting again.

ik im gonna look back at this later and go GOD DAMN woman, were you okay? frothing at the mouth. anyway...

thanks for reading!! this was pretty challenging for me, i wanted it to be halfway decent but just couldn't get it anywhere i wanted really T-T idk if i'll ever live up to the luffy aphrodisiac kinktober fic i wrote :p

here's my masterlist if you're interested!

dividers courtesy of @issysh3ll taglist @eggrollforyou !

[grapeboom]

One Piece Headcanons: Types of Nudes They'd Send You [Mature]

One Piece Characters x Gn!Reader

Featuring: Zoro, Law, Ace, Sanji, Sabo, Nami, Robin

wordcount: 559

Tags/Warnings: descriptions of nudes. that's all.

Zoro:

An unpolished mirror selfie. It's taken after intensive training, in a dimly lit room. The light catches the sheen of sweat that coats his tanned skin, adding definition to his flexed muscles. His face is flushed from exertion, and his hair is slightly damp. But, the focus is centered around the pulsing weight of his cock. He wraps a large, calloused hand around his shaft making its veins stand out.

Law:

Realistically, he would rarely send any. When he does, it's a subtle shot in low and moody lighting. He would be shirtless, showing off his tattoos and toned chest. The focus isn't on his face, but on the silhouette of his body. He puts a tattooed hand on his thigh, drawing attention to the heavy, unmistakable print pressing against his pants. The cloth is pulled taut, molding to his swollen length. Pretty classy.

Ace:

Ace is absolutely the type to send videos. He'd prop himself up on the edge of his bed, camera in one hand while the other stays busy pleasuring himself. He lets out heavy, ragged breaths that mix with the rhythmic wet sound of ihs hand working. It allows you to see the way his abdomen flexes or how his muscles tense up when he reaches his limit, whispering your name as he comes undone.

Sanji:

He's a man of high standards, and that applies to the photos he'd send too. Sanji would send you pictures after stepping out of the shower. The mirror is almost entirely obscured by an opaque layer of condensation, save for a single patch where a hand has wiped it clear. A white towel is draped around his shoulders, barely concealing the sharpness of his collarbones and chest. The foggy mirror leaves some detail to your imagination (unfortunately), almost as an invitation to go see the rest for yourself.

Sabo:

Sabo is a tease. The photo is casual, sitting back in his armchair at his desk, posture relaxed and legs spread comfortably. The only thing that isn't casual about it is the way his torso and thighs are completely bare. A book is held face-down in his lap, obstructing what you'd wanna see most while drawing your eyes to everything else. You could trace the veins of his length peeking out at the base, along with his trimmed happy trail as it disappears beneath the book's pages.

Nami:

Much like Sabo, Nami would also be a tease about what she sends you. Sprawled across her bedsheets, lying face-down with intention, the camera angle is level to her face, and her hair is messy and falls to one side. Her body is pressed into the soft mattress, forcing her chest to spill and flatten against the sheets. She'd give a knowing smile, acknowledging that your mind needs to fill in the blanks itself.

Robin:

Robin is poised and deliberate in her actions. She also wouldn't send nudes often, but when she does, it's usually an arch pic. She'd angle the camera above her body, capturing the elegant curve of her spine and the soft skin of her bare back. The light catches the smoothness of her scapula and the dip of her waist. She would pull a towel or a sheet to carefully conceal her chest while leaving the rest of her silhouette exposed.

...

A/N:

hi guys why did you like this so much 😭😭 i appreciate it but i threw this together to escape writers block HAHAHA

i dont think sanji would take any photos like that in the kitchen. cooking is almost sacred to him, so i feel like sending a nude in his workspace would be somewhat vulgar in his eyes. he loves both his partner and his craft, but in distinctly different ways.

…

taglist:

@gothicwatercreature

[love-marimo]

Hi, I love your writing so much!

If you feel comfortable, could you write the monster trio x reader where the reader walks in on each of them jerking it to the reader's wanted poster, and the reader helps them finish? Something like "I promise the real thing's better than the picture, how about I show you?"

Particularly interested in Zoro, but would love to read all three of the monster trio.

Thank you, and you're an amazing writer! <3

How Scandalous! (Monster Trio x Fem!reader)

Lolita's Note: im so sorry this took so long!! i havent written proper smut fics in YEARS. also im not sure if this was what u had in mind. there's a little bit of everything for each one of them. i made zoro's a little longer and a bit different from the other two, since that's what u emphasized so i hope u like it ♡ also if u can tell this is writing practice for fmc. i really wanted to explore their characters so i hope my characterization is alright!

cw: oral sex. cum play. a little bit of edging. a bit of power play (its just banter really) in zoro's. a bit of angst. reader is a strawhat. sanji is a perv as usual. luffy is implied to be inexperienced and an ace. zoro faps with the thrill of being caught. MDNI! ٩(๑`ȏ´๑)۶

wc: 3,666 (IM SO SORRY)

Zoro

Three whole days. That's how long Zoro's been thinking about you. It has been three days since your new wanted posters were delivered to your ship by the News Coo newsbird.

The moment he caught a glimpse of your photo, an electrifying feeling spread in his chest. He just couldn't figure out why, what, and how things have come to this. He only looked at your poster once, and he swore to himself he was just impressed by your current bounty.

But then, the image of your sultry form just won't escape his head.

Now, when he bumps into you in the ship, his heart beats faster, his mind grows hazy, and he feels his crotch tighten.

He feels desperate. He thinks this is so unlike him; because he doesn't usually get a hard-on at the sight of big breasts and a fat ass, or however the world wants to define an attractive woman.

You, however, seemed to have effortlessly wormed your way into his simple-minded brain. Before, his life revolved around his swords, booze, naptime, and fulfilling his duties as the first mate of the Strawhat pirate crew.

Now? All he can think of is you.

"Hey, Zoro." You wave as you walk past himーall he could manage was a grunt as a reply.

It was a particularly hot and humid day, so you wore a loose shirt that was long enough to cover your shorts. What you didn't know, is the crew's green-haired swordsman is now fighting for his life from stopping the lewd thoughts that fill his headーall because of that damn poster.

Again.

It's been three days.

He still can't shake you off.

God damn it. He mutters to himself.

That night, he found your bounty poster at the Sunny's crow's nest. He was relievedーand for a moment he almost believed in a god. Still, he felt guilt.

Guilt for thinking that through this, he can at least have you all for himself.

He feels like a pervertーlike the stupid cookーand gods be damned, Zoro doesn't want to be lumped with such people.

Yet here he is, under the solace of the night, fisting his dick chasing relief. Maybe after all this he can finally stop thinking about you.

He looks at your picture, and his body feels hotter.

He remembers you hours ago, and imagines what your mouth feels like around him.

"Fucking bastard." He scolds himselfーthough his longing for your warmth betrayed his usual ironed resolve.

Truth be told, Zoro would rather lose himself inside another woman. He shouldn't feel like this toward a crewmate.

A friend.

"Need help?"

Your voice immediately snapped him out of his thoughts. Zoro attempted to regain composure, but when he sees you with a sly, knowing smile beside him, he found himself at a lossーa man frozen at the presence of the woman he's been wishing to bed for three days.

"You know…" you start, trailing featherlight touches that sent goosebumps all over him.

"I've been watching you these days."

"What?" Zoro tried to focus on what you're saying.

But how can he when your fingers are already toying with the arousal that leaked from the tip of his swollen cock?

"You're so silly, Zoro." You say, lips brushing over his jaw.

"What makes you say that?" He bites back, breath ragged as you continued to touch him.

Enough to keep him on the edge.

"Is it not obvious? Your dick won't calm down every time you see me." You laugh, and he felt his face run cold.

"That's not funny."

"It is."

"Stop laughing."

"But you want it. Right?" You nibble on his ear, and his hand grabbed yours away from his throbbing sex.

"Stop playing games with me and tell me…" Zoro protests, but finds himself at a loss for words.

"What? That you want me to suck your dick right now?" His grip tightened at your taunting.

"Don't be coy with me." Zoro sighed.

"Then tell me what you want. How will you deal with this…" You kiss the corner of his lips.

"With me?"

"Don't make me say it." He looks away, a shy blush dusting his cheeks.

"But I you want to. Or else… I'll go back to bed and pretend this never happened."

Zoro blinks. He doesn't say anything for a while.

"Well?"

"We shouldn't be doing thi-"

"Beg for it."

A pause.

"…I want… I want you to help me." He finally breaks, shame filling him.

"Let me hear-"

"Please. Fuck, I don't know how to deal with this anymore." He grunts, breathing uneven. Arousal swelling even more. He wants you now, and whatever you give him, he'll take it.

He can deal with the consequences tomorrow.

You chuckle, satisfied at his reaction.

Slowly, deliberately, you guided him through his high. Your touch was electrifying to him. With each pump of your hand, his hunger grew more insatiable.

He wanted more.

He needed to be inside you.

But his self-restraint prevented him from doing so. You're still a crewmate and a friendーeven if right now, what you're doing together is crossing that line.

"Use your mouth." He groanedーthat was all he managed to say, desperately bucking his hips at your touch.

"Rude." You feign annoyance.

"H-hurry up."

You got on your knees and coated the throbbing tip of his cock with spit, licking languidly. Then, as your mouth slowly descended down to the hilt, a gag vibrated from your throat.

Zoro lets out a breathy laughーthough he won't deny that he almost came from the tight feeling of you deepthroating him.

"What happened to being all smug with me, huh?"

You glared up at him, momentarily pulling off to speak.

"Shut up. I'm doing you a favor." You banter, finding yourself aroused at the slight power play.

Zoro hesitated, but his hunger for you made him grip your hairーthough he made sure he didn't hold on too tight.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, even if he's growing impatient. You shake your head and smiled.

That was his cue to push you down on him again.

Only this time, he took full control of the pace. Lewd, wet sounds filled the once quiet space that's usually used for watching out for enemies from afar.

You moaned at the sensation of his shaft pulling in and out of your mouth.

It's rough.

It's too much.

You wanted him to stop.

But it felt good.

And you loved it.

Zoro fell completely undone with you. His breath unsteady, his mind all hazy, but at least you're here beneath him.

He tossed your bounty poster aside.

Who cares for a damn picture when the real deal is finally fulfilling his lustful fantasies he'd been losing sleep for three days?

Your lidded eyes, tears forming around them, and his slick covering your lipsーhe asked himself if he'd feel the same pleasure had it been another woman.

That night, he realized one thing.

Even the sternest swordsmen can still fall victim to one hell of a siren of a woman like you.

Would it really hurt if he chooses to make you his?

"You owe me a favor. Don't you think it's fair enough if I return it back to you?"

Luffy

"Look, this isn't what you thinkー"

Flabbergasted is one way to put it. He didn't expect you, of all people, to be the one catching him pleasure himself. On the other hand, you didn't expect the captain of the Strawhat piratesーan emperor of the seaーthe seeming reincarnation of joyboyーto be doing such an unholy thing.

The sight of the usually self-assured and confident man who makes everyone laughーnow practically struggling to regain composure in front of youーis something that you genuinely did not think would happen.

You had a smallーhuge, actuallyーcrush on Luffy, but as someone who's supposed to be akin to a friend, the most you could do was keep those feelings to yourself.

You tell yourself that what matters to you more is the strong bond of the Strawhats.

Then, Luffy calls your name, snapping you out of the momentary shock that made you freeze for what seemed like hours.

You'd think he was just satisfying random sexual urges like what normal people do in their own privacy.

Until you finally realize that he's holding your wanted poster.

Part of you's horrified and cursing yourself for entering his room without knocking.

The other is, well, satisfied.

It felt like a huge ego boost. You've always been an attractive womanーbut somehow, every time you look at him, you think about him not reciprocating your feelings and feel a little insecure.

Luffy's always on an adventure. You've always thought he doesn't have any interest on love. On sex. On romance.

And you've always thought he only saw you as a friend.

Well, now that you've both wound up like this, things will be a bit different from now on.

"You're staring." He says, looking at you with a blank expression.

He's fully clothed now, sitting on the edge of his bed across from you.

"YouーHave you been keeping that all this time?" You ask, blush creeping on your cheeks.

Luffy nods, but when he noticed your reaction, he scrambled on his way to return it to you.

"I know what you're thinking. I didn't mean to put you off. It's just that…" He tried to explain himself, trailing off as he looks away awkwardly.

"Do you like me?" You say, putting away the poster and tossing it aside.

"Of course I like you! You're fun to be around. You're independent. You're an amazing person. You also really mean a lot to meー" He smiles, but you cut him off.

"No, not like that. Do you likeーas in love me?" You step closer.

"Iーwell… I don't know honestly." He sighs, a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"Well, why are you jerking off to a picture of me?"

"I don't know."

"Son of a bitch." You laugh in disbelief.

He may not have properly confessed to you or openly showed itーand he doesn't seem to be aware of his own feelings, tooーbut what you've seen him doing and how he is right now proved one thing.

You don't even need to ask.

"Lately, I've been having this funny feeling every time I look at you. And it feels really uncomfortable in my pants so I figured if I jerk it off, it would go away and these feelings would be gone." He explains, which made you smile even wider.

Luffy's always been dense. That's a fact that all of the Strawhats know. Though he's intelligent in his own way, you didn't think he'd be this oblivious about sex.

"Luffy." You sat him down back on the bed.

"Have you ever had sex before?"

"Not really. I have never felt like doing it. And doing all this myself doesn't always feel good."

"Then let me teach you how to feel good."

You unzip his pants and placed wet kisses on his cheek, moving down to the crook of his neck. Slowly, you went down on your knees and watched him as his arousal returned. Luffy flinched at the sudden touch of your fingertips, but he immediately relaxed. Then, as if on instinct, his hands stretched just enough to touch you all over. They were urgent, clumsy ones that sought after relief and pleasure.

Who are you to deny him that?

"To make the most of masturbation, finding your rhythm is key." You say, skillfully pumping your hand coated with spit to lubricate his pulsing cock.

Luffy sighed in satisfaction at your pace. It was slow, sensual, and almost romantic. What began as an unexpected, laughable encounter turned into a moment that he'll probably never forget.

"C-can you go faster?" He asks breathily, arms wrapping around your waist to move you a little more closer to him.

You hum in reply, gladly obliging to his request.

Luffy looked down on you with lidded eyes, lips forcing down moans and cries. When you made eye contact, you thought he was vulnerable.

The kind that no one else have seen before but you.

"Does it feel good, captain?" You tease, tracing a vein on his shaft with one of your fingers.

"Y-yeah, it feelsーshit." He cursed, hand running through his disheveled hair.

Captain.

He usually hears the word from the crew where it isn't laced with seduction, only respect and a high regard. Now, with you beneath him like that, it's seems to be a different story.

It's true that he's been thinking a lot about you lately. He doesn't remember when it really started. All he knows is that his feelings for you were always there.

Now, you're here underneath him showing him what true pleasure feels like. You asked Luffyーyour captainーif your hands feel good around him.

If you helped him discover what his rhythm is.

You didn't hear him say it, but found your answer through his actions.

Luffy helplessly rutted his hips up through your fist, mindlessly chasing his release as you moved with a punishing pace.

"There's that funny feeling again." He moaned with bated breath.

"Go on. I'll make you feel even better." You say before putting his cock inside your mouth.

Luffy moaned and thrusted his hips into you with an erratic pace.

You were warm.

Tight.

Wet.

He found his rhythm and discovered that it would be dissonant without you.

Before long, Luffy unravelled himself inside of you and you took it all like it's your last supper.

"I want to be able to do this again." He says, slumping himself down on the bed. Luffy looked at you with a tired smile on his face. You caressed his cheek with adoration.

"I'm afraid… this will change a lot of things."

"Yeah." He agreed, and an ache swelled in your chest.

You were still a crewmate. A friend. You thought about being cast away from everyone else if they all found out you're dating Luffy.

"Who cares anyway? It's not the end of the world if you become my girlfriend." He laughs.

"What if they shame us for it?"

"I'm the captain. I get to do whatever I want." You chuckle. You figured he finally got over his embarrassment and he's back to his usual carefree personality again.

"Yeah. You really do."

Luffy sat up and moved closer to you.

Before you can protest, you found yourself caged underneath him. He looks at you with hunger in his eyes.

"Can I help you find your rhythm, too?"

Sanji

Every time you acknowledge his romantic gestures and whenever you wear certain clothes that he'd come to loveーhe always ends the day resigned inside the Sunny's aquariumーcigarette in one hand, the other playing with his cock at the thought of you.

It's become a secret hobby of his. Sanji always makes sure everybody's asleep before he can proceed with his nightly rendezvous.

He kept a collection of your bounty posters after the moment he met you and became a member of the Strawhats; and he's aware that it's not gonna look good, especially if the green-haired swordsman of the crew catches him losing himself all because of a woman's photograph.

You feel like an aphrodisiac he consumed without your permission.

Not that he needs it anyway.

All because you were beautiful inside and out.

Too beautiful that it drives him insane.

He never fails to let you know that either. He makes your meals first. You're the first one he calls to the dining table. He knows your favorite food, what your usual period cravings are, your favorite hangover mealーname what you want and it's already there on your plate, presented neatly for you to enjoy.

Though there is a caveat. There is a fine line between showing you his genuine adoration and his superficial infatuation towards other women.

He thinks you're oblivious, and that you won't return his feelingsーthat frustrates him.

"Thank you, Sanji." You'd smile sweetly, and he's already torn if you say it out of reciprocation or if you're just being kind.

He fantasizes about you every single night. He thinks of your plush thighs locking his head as he buries himself in between them.

He imagines you moaning his name with that honeyed voice, and wonders how his dick would feel inside your pussy.

He fantasizes about youーhow he wishes you were there with him and keep this as a naughty little secret.

So when he hears you call his name, he pauses and inhales from his cigarette.

"I was wondering where you were, Sanji."

The smell of smoke filled the room. You were still a few feet awayㅡdoing nothing yetーand he already feels as if he could cum right then and there.

"God, you do know that you drive me insane everyday, do you, mon dieu?" He exhales, putting out the cigarette on an ash tray.

"Really? What did I do?" You bit back, making your way to sit beside him. You took notice of his uncharacteristically calm demeanor.

There were no grandiose declarations of love. No dramatic swooning. No "Mellorine! Mellorine!".

It was just Sanji at his rawest.

Resistless.

Disheveled.

But still needy.

"Ever since I met you…" He places your wanted poster on the couch.

"…I've come to learn that if you really love someone, you have to be prepared to crash and burn."

Sanji thought you were oblivious. Little did he know, you fell for him first.

"And when you do, you'll either be alone or be with them." He says, turning his gaze with longing eyes.

"Sanji…" You say, searching for the right words.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this." He smiles apologetically, rushing to zip his pants back to leave.

"I didn't mean to be a creep, if that's what you're thinking. I just reallyー"

You cut him off with a kiss.

Heated.

Sloppy.

Needy.

With each touch, he craved for you more. He wants you to be the thoughts that linger in his head. Be the smoke the fills his lungs. Be the feelings that speed the beating of his heart.

Sanji wanted you.

He needed you.

And all this timeーevery single nightーall he could think about is if you feel the same too.

He holds your hand tightーas if he doesn't want to let you go now that you're here with him.

It feels like a wish fulfilled.

"Do you want me to make you feel better?" You ask, brushing his hair away from his face so you can take a better look at his eyes.

He nods, and he lets out a broken sobーchoked noise that tells you all you need to hear.

You kiss him again while working your hand up and down his shaft, toying with the sticky precum that leaked from his tip.

Sanji closed his eyes in pleasure, his lips parted and heaving satisfied sighs. But when you tried to let go of his hand, his grip tightens.

"Please don't let me go." He mewls, head resting on your shoulder seeking relaxation.

"I'm here. I won't leave." You chuckle, picking up the pace.

But it wasn't enough.

"Please…" His hand held you even tighter, as if he wants to feel more of you.

You slowly licked up from the base of his cock to his tip, and he muffles a moan with his other hand on his mouth.

"Afraid that they'll hear us?" You tease before taking him inside your mouth.

"Y-yeah…"

All this felt like Sanji's dreaming. But you're really here, and he's not letting go of you anytime soon.

"Don't stop…" He sighs, breathing unsteady as you bobbed your head faster.

When he released his seed inside your mouth, the way your throat tightened to swallow them allーand seeing you struggleーhe felt all his self-control crumble.

He called your name.

Again.

And again.

"Fuck…!"

You pulled out with a pop and he watched his cum leak out of your mouth.

You looked beautiful.

Too beautiful that it drives him insane.

For a long while, only the heavens know how long he's been aching for your touch like this.

He's not a religious person who'd pray to the gods every day.

But if he could do this with you every night, he doesn't praying for it all the time.

Though his fear of losing the Strawhats' trust by dating you kept his head under the clouds.

You were a crewmate.

A friend.

You were supposed to only thank him every time he cooks and does things for you.

You were supposed to push him away and reject his advances.

You were supposed to only see him as the cook of the ship.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"How… can things continue like this?" His grip loosens.

"Are you worried about getting caught?"

He nods.

"Don't worry. Everybody knows already."

He stiffens, eyes wide in shock.

"WhatーHowー?"

You kiss his cheek and raised your held hands.

"Let's just say… that you're not very good at hiding your secrets."

Sanji stares at you for a moment, then he chuckles.

"I'm a pathetic man, am I?" He smiles sheepishly.

"I have a thing for men who are stupidly in love."

"Really?"

You've always kept your distance from him. As if you were always testing the watersーgiving your feelings away, but not to a point where he'll be sure of it.

For you yourself lacked the confidence that he returns the same feelings.

Sanji always welcomed you to the doors of his heart with open arms.

You crawl to him to love him back secretly when he isn't aware.

It was like a game of hide and seek.

Tonight, you finally caught each other.

As he pulls you on his lap, you both knew that this foolish game of love is now over.

Because at last, you both got what you wanted.

"Would you like to feel how much I've desired for you to be with me like this?"

ー 𝐿𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎 ᥫ᭡

[muntitled]

I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.

No tropes

No storyline

No arcs

[jingareyuan]

This is actually very true and exactly why I often break my neck trying to find fics from 3-4 years ago when plot was something that matters. I can still find good fics from within the last year or two, but most things in tags aren’t real fics.

[zoro-sremedy]

PERFECT FOR ME!

Summary: Nobody would have guessed that Gym Rat!Zoro would ever get his attention on someone so "different" from him.

Character: Curvy!reader x GymRat!Zoro.

a/n: divider by @pixopix

Gym Rat!Zoro, who usually says no to group dates, agrees to go after some of the guys he works out with mention this cute girl who they insist is just perfect for him.

Gym Rat!Zoro, who is seated right next to you and even before someone introduces you, already has his eyes on you. You have your hands on your lap, playing with your rings, and can barely look at him. He doesn't really get why, but Nami has said before that he's a scary oaf, so he tries his best to not look like it.

Gym Rat!Zoro, takes a minute to think as he looks at you, and you look everywhere but at him! He's taken aback, not by your size or how standoffish you act, but by how hot you actually look. You're wearing a leather dress that just hugs everything right. Your chest, ample waist and bigger thighs have his mind going south and a little chubbed up, honestly.

Gym Rat!Zoro tries his best to strike up a conversation; he thanks all the gods that you are probably far more socially adept than he is, so it's easy to get the conversation going. He asks about your major, if you work, and your favorite color (green and black–so lucky him, right?), if you're new around here because he's never seen you (he would remember), and anything and everything two people who just met could talk about without being too personal.

Gym Rat!Zoro gets so absorbed in the conversation that he just ignores everyone else–and, by extension, ignores the looks they're giving both of you. But you're not as unaware as he is, catching the way the girls murmur and the guys give you that look, you know– that look that never bodes well. But you look at Zoro (much to his delight, and he gets to see the roundness of your cheeks and how soft and juicy your lips look with that gloss–wondering if they would feel as soft as they look when if he gets to kiss you), and he just seems so... unaware, looking like he truly is enjoying himself.

So you decided to do the same, even if you'll probably never see him again after this, at least you can say you met a big buff hottie, right?

Gym Rat!Zoro, who halfway through dinner and drinks, actually remembers there are more people at the table and finally catches the looks, but doesn't recognize their intentions.

The guys seem to seize their chance to strike up a conversation with him, something boring about a girl he hooked up with a long time ago–a fitness influencer he met at the gym. He's very brief about that, but they just follow with a "______ is very different from the girls you've dated before right?", and another one adds, "very different "size" right?" as they cackle on.

Gym Rat!Zoro doesn't really get the joke, but in all him fashion just says, "Yeah, but I don't care about that. Size doesn't matter if you like someone." And you're kinda surprised someone with a physique like that would say that. He just looks at you and urges you to try the little bit of meat he put on your plate, saying it was really good.

You're polite and actually enjoy talking to him, but also catch on pretty quick after that about this little ploy of your supposed "friends". They expect Zoro to be mean or dismissive to you because you're not "fit." That really dampens your mood, and Zoro notices, even if he doesn't get why, but he tries to try bringing the mood back.

Gym Rat!Zoro gets kinda nervous at the end. He wants to ask for your number to meet again, but you're practically a clam as he tries to keep the convo going. Everybody pays and quickly exits the place, talking about getting some drinks while he and you trail behind.

"Thank you for hanging out with me." You look at him again; this time, he thinks thanking him is silly. You're fun to be around and a beauty to look at. And he's about to say it before one of the girls presses herself against his arm and asks if he'll join them at the bar. He turns to look at her and the rest, nodding, and when he turns back again, you're no longer there.

Gym Rat!Zoro is baffled; you practically banished before his eyes, and nobody says anything. He asks, and someone just says, "Oh, she left. You know, no one expected you two to get along that well." He furrowed his brows in confusion, and someone else added, "C'mon, man. We thought you'd at least pretend to check out one of the influencers. Nobody thought she'd be your type."

He quickly realizes what this was: some sort of stupid bet. He sees the guys exchanging money, and he immediately scowls, curses under his breath, and tries to look for you. You couldn't have gone that far, right?

Gym Rat!Zoro quickly realizes that, yes, you definitely, positively were gone, and he had no way to get your number. He wonders if you thought he was in on it and quickly feels kinda sick at the thought.

He goes back to your fuck-ass friends and asks for your number, and for some reason, they don't seem to believe it. He gives them one look, and somebody finally does give it to him.

"You're all some fuck-ass friends," he tells the group, catching the way they looked away, all awkward. He leaves the place feeling all sour, doubt suddenly filling his mind. What if you didn't want to talk to him? How could he even explain? Would you even believe him?

He gets home thinking about it, but just says, "fuck it," and texts you anyway.